An Unasked Eulogy

satishverma

It will come back to you
again and again― the thought
nudging through the magnolias.

Without telling you―
the creamy pink― waxy smell of
the death of the guiding light.

I am lost anew
at the center of conflicts
between earth and moon.

The unspoken pain
of the aroma undrafts
from the fragrant words.

Life folds the hands
at the chest before cracking open
the yawning chasm.

I touch you without any meaning.
No eyes. No ears― miming
secretly the footfalls of shadows.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 20th, 2020 19:45
  • Category: Nature
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  • Trenz Pruca

    Another great poem. Thank you.



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