Weightless

satishverma

Press the panic -
button,
for beautiful inside.

There was a hundred
moons dialogue
in the cage.

Fear was walking
in dark corners.
There was no iron gate.

Only golden bars,
pushing you back
from touch, feel and unstitching.

Let the world find a
neck broken falcon,
convoluted.

I am taking a fight
to be born again
as a white bird.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 7th, 2016 21:50
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 26
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