OUTRAGEOUS

satishverma

Everybody was half-naked on the trail 
of curves. Braindead. Emptied thought. 
A single vacant look. 
“Why me? ” I ask. Stay stupid in the crowd. Looking 
at the moon, indulgent. Plucking the nector from 
knobs of naked flames. 

No coming back from days of unknowing 
the secrets of unskopen words. A cry stifles 
in the throat of a prayer. 

A moon was found on a dump! 


Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2012 23:12
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  • Dolphine29

    The moon comes as an image reflection and then it was gone covered… I am trying to visualize the feeling of despair, as we stop to care what is around us. The feeling that the poem gives to me is this, Evoking and powerful.

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