THE PRESENCE

satishverma

The hawk was landing. 
Squinting at the urgent need 
of slaughter and hope – 

among the frightened hunger 
of truth, of running feet 
in the tall grass. 

A world apart in 
seeking the reality of 
dying for earthly love. 

I was not sure of 
the manifesto of bricks and 
stones falling on evergreen kisses.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 13th, 2011 22:43
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Fascinating description.....I can't quite pinpoint exactly what of...but definitely. poetically describes.....???



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