Gift Of Takers

The poster boy
was a blind hunter
waiting for the blast.

The salt mausoleum
melts in moonlight
white as a sand.

A mofussil background
will search the estranged
words of childhood.


Like a hostage held
for the return of holy book
written in blood letters.

Reviews

[Willys Watson]

I really love the imagery in this verse. Well done, my friend.