DANCING ON LEASH

satishverma

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 Offline)
  • Published: January 20th, 2011 22:04
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  • Cheeky Missy

    As usual, a fascinating and intriguing foray into metaphors describing......struggles in life? Unfortunately I don't really understand it.



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