The Broken Statue


A sleepchaser brings 
a quantum of pain 
to fight the ugly night. 

The patient attack 
on the lids 
for the sake of absinthe. 

The son of lakes― 
would bring in goat 
to drink the elixir. 

I would not talk 
about the exile, which 
one earned by donating― 
the kidneys. 

The blade of grace 
cuts the sun into small 
chapels which become eyes 
of street dancers.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 29th, 2019 19:35
  • Category: Nature
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