Summer’s Fault

satishverma

It was like homecoming of
timber rattle snake.
A bit jarring.

Signs were acquitted,
when the summer becomes
sensuous at dusk.

I start collecting the colors
from sky. The night was
moving behind the moon-

like a concubine, in black
skirt. Amidst the gray clouds
a green man was laughing.

The death’s translation
was simple. Nobody will
attend the funeral of sun.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2016 23:10
  • Category: Nature
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  • LIGHT WARRIOR

    Absolutely amazing work, as usual

  • willyweed

    a wonderful poem my friend. ww



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