Not A Smile

satishverma

Let me write a signature 
theme, without cubic 
reference. 

A dove takes a dive. 
Your body becomes a poem. 
Multiple dots leave 
indelible marks. 

The livid kindness 
has exhausted, interlocking 
the planes of separation. 
I am still lurking 
in black air. 

I am the mirror 
and I am the face. 
A brick thrown at me, 
does not reach the target.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 21st, 2018 20:17
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 17


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