RETURN ON D-DAY

satishverma

Why deceptive retrieve 
in a wheelchair 
for the fallen? 

Was it not a sheer 
wrong message 
of a space anxiety? 

The aboriginal name 
was dead in a traffic. What 
a choice to breathe its 

last in a city of buried 
monuments? Vision of inner 
city affiliates, 

taking questions for 
the first time. You 
become only a body after the death. 

A white rose waits 
for a blue sea. The black moon 
hovers around the old man.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 15th, 2012 00:48
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