Predation

satishverma

There was no clear move. 
Flamethrowers were on the way─ 

and I was looking, 
backward. 

A fragile truce with the 
clouds. They had abandoned─ 

the sky and were wringing─ 
the neck of mountains. 

Compromising with the painted lips 
of winter, my secret was out. 

I was shivering in the crowd 
of moon-gazers.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 24th, 2017 01:07
  • Category: Nature
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