satishverma

ETERNITY

Pearl – drops 
on your upper lip: 
heat – 
of a stand-off 
between 
inside and outside. 

More spiritual 
I become 
forgetting 
the black eye, 
I want to go back 
with empty hands. 

My home 
is far away, 
doorless, 
roofless, 
where dark squints at the moon.

Satish Verma

Comments2

  • baj-a

    you have such a strong grasp on the use of imagery that your poems come to life on the page. I love the pearl drops on your upper lip... wonderfully enchanting.

  • diamonddagger

    This poem is filled with beautiful imagery. I also loved the pearl drops on your upper lip....I could picture it. Well written. Have a happy day.



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