satishverma

FAIRY TALE

The unwed moon 
rowing like a swan on blue lake 
after making love to silence. 

Dignified shadows 
walk on black beach 
gathering white heels. 

Only lunatics will sing 
in shapeless lines. 
Who cares for a sequence? 

The milk of love 
after the kids, in night 
the moon was drinking nonstop.

Satish Verma