Song At The End Of The Road

satishverma

Drinking from the portrait 
of an alienated moon 
in a self-taught remedy― 

I was looking very 
hurt in the muse, which 
had failed the earth. 

I wanted to say, my 
sun was my sun, 
broken, eclipse by eclipse. 

Who was traitor to oneself? 
Sifting the leaves of a 
raptor, to find the death 

under the shade of 
sundew, which blooms 
when you become an insect.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 21st, 2018 19:33
  • Category: Nature
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