LIPS OF MOON WERE HOT

Eggs went freezing in the sap. 
Lips of moon were hot. 

In the flare up, the 
rebel had cast doubt 
on cartridge. 

Missiles were unique 
but, hands trembled - 
concept of sky was a lie. 

Saturn and moon were coming closer. 
Two way mirror of sun 
was watching. 

The fallen leaves on grass 
refuse to be blown away. 
They were waiting for the fruits. 

Once in a blue lake 
you had cheated the boat, 
you may not be lucky this time.

Satish Verma