Going For Vendetta

satishverma

Take me in moonlight 
when it is dark, outreaching 
every ache. 

I will not ask you anything 
when you are on prowl in cobra night. 

The womb crumbles. 
Salamanders will not endure the flames. 
Elemental soul wants to 
stay in water. 

Living in a wax palace 
with honeybees inviting sparks. 

My religion wants to change its name. 

Cold touch, I will wear 
a shawl of slaughtered scapegoat. 
Don't call me on the name of a 
messenger. 

You know there was no 
dearth of lies. 

We shall meet when our hands start trembling.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 29th, 2019 19:28
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 31
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • Laura🌻

    Excellently penned!

    Indeed!
    Lies upon lies!



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