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satishverma

The visible was most 
invisible. 

Watching the moon 
through veil. 

A bomb explodes 
in your hands. 
The poem wavers- 

and then falls on dew. 

This was not bone-green; 
original, 
not a fake cloud – 

to kiss the feet 
of a burning god. 

It was natural conjugation 
between enemies.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 9th, 2013 07:11
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  • baj-a

    haunting images that sear the soul. to kiss the feet of a burning god... what an intriguing and powerful line!



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