CORONA

satishverma

A starfish was in my glass. 
You blame the moon of brutality 
while moondust had misled the ocean. 
Darkhole was ejecting the stars. 

An animal instinct sparts the bullet 
like supernova. Black dwarf crop up 
around the light house for airstrike 
on a thermonuclear temper. 

From nothing to nothingness you are 
scared. The questions breathe into centuries. 
The soul opens a globe of unrivalled green, 
and a child wants to climb a tower of light.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 6th, 2011 23:07
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