Virtual Images

Virtual Images

A Poem by Satish Verma
"

A very crude question, I will ask. What kind of

"
A very crude question,
I will ask. What kind of
bestiality or a war―
you want to start, after a
little infidelity?

It was not a dumb
pleading. The orange moon
burns every night.

Some virgin deaths,
and conversations about
this side of murders are needed
to be addressed.

Water and earth, both
were becoming hot and cold.
Nothing was good,
nothing was bad.

The white gowned ghosts
wanted to become benign.

Who was playing God?

© 2020 Satish Verma


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this is a very intense write...affairs start wars of the heart, and significant others lose trust.
then there ends up being ghosts of relationships...
and they haunt---

the last line allows for us to expand the allegory....war is for what? And why do we fight just prove we are more powerful than the other...playing God? Perhaps, yes.
Infidelity.....Playing God, destroying the relationship...throwing the relationship out of the garden.
quite like this piece...challenges the thoughts of the reader.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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