Capsized Boat

satishverma

A dynast in the storm-razed
polity will ask─
for a pardon.

By choice there was
no suicide. You will
eat the clouds one day.

Taking the brunt, ─
living near the sea of
people, a window goes shut.

Curtly, with
levitation, the wind
twists, one and everybody.

An owl tattoo, will
tell it all. The hurricane
has reached your door.

Aftermath was a
conspiracy of silence.
Every one was speaking of landfall.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 16th, 2017 23:20
  • Category: Nature
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