Nomadic moon was roaming 
in the maddened fear of night. 
A wordless journey in silent dark. 

for a painless being, 
sustains the blues of separation. 

An inverted green 
puts the roots upward 
to send a message. 

Fear breaks the bones 
to mould the claws. 
There was no oblique answer. 

Nobody was blameless.

Satish Verma


  • baj-a

    Amen to that last line! nobody is blameless!

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