15 August, 2012

YOURS ONLY

A city prepares to die. 
What is the real time now 
for blemishing the skin of a man? 

In your violet eyes 
I will find a moon 
for an encounter. 

An alien wall comes up 
between us.We cannot shed 
the veils of clouds. 

I hate brother, hate the 
ambassadors of death 
in the voluptuousness of greed. 

Remember, 
O my shadow, 
dying was a great art.

Satish Verma

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