Can you come outside of you?
The dream inside a dream
of the show. It must go on.
For prudence of plucking
from singularity of indifference,
of mooning.
Once upon a moon in timeless moon
a green snake entered the moon
existing in a personal poison.
The pink, the yellow, the mauve
lilies, in a circle
going anti-clockwise
to dig out a black panther
in grass.
Of conjugal loyalty
in a fresco, when
color will not penetrate
the wall;
that wall –
remained dirty!
Satish Verma
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: October 12th, 2011 23:46
- Category: Unclassified
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