Pledging Support

satishverma

You throw the berries in the river
to stun the fish.
A mannequin wants to go nude.
The tormentor holes up
in a bunker.

You undertake a fast
to clean the dirty plumes of
a swan who will not take a flight
in blackening dawn.

The curse was on the hooks
who will bite only the plastic
dolls. O moonless night, I
want to disappear in the silk
of queer crowds.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2015 22:42
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 8
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