You Were Everywhere

satishverma

Hanging from the crescent
moon, you want to script
your own fall.

Intrigue was important
for thinking big, like
a colossal waste.

A swan lowers
its legs for the moonwalk
on the red lake.

Cracks appear, when
you want a mood-lifter to
live in a triangle.

An apparition, takes
the charge of perceiving
a bloodbath without killing.

The bigotry lives
for ever, under the tutelage
of sacred gurus.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2020 21:48
  • Category: Nature
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