A SOMBER NIGHT

A volcanic kiss 
was becoming ungreen. 
The shark was coming. 


All night it was raining. 
The sap was rising 
and love-farm was deluged. 

A blue moon 
walks on the dry eyes. 
Why the tears had gone to exile? 

A mole was growing 
on the face, 
while a smile was sitting outside. 

When I woke up 
into her arms, the moon 
was blith and round.

Satish Verma