That satanic streak
of tireless undressing
of a hapless monarch.
Wings were gone. Cannot fly
across the tree
of hypocricy.
A footmat for the suicidal jump
from the elegant hierarchy
to grainy lies.
Why are you turning ungreen?
You will dig up the temple
without god?
Satish Verma
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2011 22:05
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.