One fringe of image
disconnected, a knife within,
in a trench
battle still continues between you
and yourself
for ending of animal. Did it bleed?
Home was still faraway
a secured period.
Bouncing euphoria.
blunted and bailed out
paper thin memory
of broken mirror.
O Unseen,
take a bow,
lightning for a requiem
in sky, was embossed!
Satish Verma
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 10th, 2011 21:14
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.