Unsinking In Depth

satishverma

You are not
on my page.
No more in my abstract sleep.

Cease-fire
will not be declared-
in the realm of dark dreams.

There was
one tear at a time.
No battle cry.

Trampling on
the old reminiscences,
a tiger jumps on the author-

of mangrove.
The aerial roots have
stopped breathing.

Your lungs become
a flute. A war song frightens
the death.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2016 22:43
  • Category: Nature
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  • Augustus

    I take it that you are not inviting this person to stay. Provoking.



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