An ascetic dies in a shoe
spilling blood.
A surreal moon
wants to investigate –
a sectarian divide of
fraudulent sky.
And you want to be buried
under rose petals –
courting controversies
to clean the polluted river.
A lifeboat was needed
to take you for a quiz –
singing national anthem.
Emblematic,
You were sharpening
your nails.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: November 8th, 2015 22:52
- Category: Nature
- Views: 19
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