Ironbound

satishverma

Last night a dream,
died in infancy, when you
were drawing a circle
of pain in rainbows.

The hurt of blind alleys,
and the rebounding image
of burnt-out candles in night.
The full moon will only enhance─

the burns. I do not want to talk
about the divine will of making
a baby, out of willing or unwilling
surrender. Lines are blurred.

You want to ask the moon─
Are you convinced, it was not
a rape? A butterfly is snuffed out
in your palm, you do not know.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 31st, 2016 22:30
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 12
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • willyweed

    this is deep and thought provoking.
    nice work. peace ww



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.