It was a failed attempt
to employ the eternity
for breathing.
Iris, I cannot find the moon
behind the rainbow, when
I was throwing petals at your feet.
O, white truce of anemone,
why phosphrous was given up
at the fall of an oak?
In heaps of praises,
a monologue of the lamb
in the den of lions.
Satish Verma
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2011 22:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 23
- User favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy.
Offline)
Comments1
As usual, a fascinating and intriguing foray into metaphors describing......struggles in life? Unfortunately I don't really understand it.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.