You Had The Answer

satishverma

Do I ask a question,
sometimes red―
sometimes blue?

My pain of centuries
was not interpretive. There
were no tears left
in the eyes.

Something gets in my
poem. I go white, as
the blank page of a book.

Like a big fish
claiming its territory
on small limbless cold animal.

The pure adoration
makes you numb. How can
you handle a falling moon?

The lavender was
melting into effeminacy.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2021 19:53
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    tempered, yet still, worded undeniably beautiful in both imagery and meaning...
    thank you for sharing



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