01 December, 2011

UMBRELLA

Like a brazen 
dancer of night. 
A phantom? 

With heart on chest; 
floating in air, 
like a death-scarf. 

You have donated 
the body for an angel- 
petrifying the moon. 

The hairy saint 
was unquiet, 
in a glass house. 

Who had delivered 
the letter to god? 
I pledge to stay alive.

Satish Verma

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