Who Was Disappearing?

satishverma

In my soreness and
shadow, the poem speaks. In bleached
eyes, you burn without sparks.

The despondent moon
will unsee the sunset and barge
in the lake. A lone tree starts trembling.

It was scary to count
the stars, one by one entering the black
hole. There was no mercy.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2021 19:48
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    I don't know
    in your choice imagery, that analogy of a black hole
    could be easily swapped for that forever sleep
    we know awaits us, eventually
    and some, seek mercy in sleep
    only
    they seldom, align that same sleep
    with its consequence of disappearance
    and its compressively sans, promise
    of non existence...



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