Sheela-Na-Gig

satishverma

Waiting for a birthing pool
to throw up a dream chaser
nestled in chains.

The grip was easing out
on sun, stung by moon.
Asteroids start hitting again.

The runaway tiger had
turned cannibal, to practice
a new escapology.

A spiral of smoke
rises after the hunt.
You throw the glances back.

Someone will put a knife
in the tulips. Take home
the colours of death.

The celebration starts today.
Children of a bubble have
come out on the road.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2016 00:01
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 42
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  • LIGHT WARRIOR

    You are a very unique writer and deep...This one I like very much...

  • Tony36

    Wonderful write



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