20 August, 2012

NOT FOR WAGES

A candid flint 
stretches the sexlessness 
of a family. 
Let the rootless plants start 
a ritual of reproduction. 


A kiss of undergrass 
takes you back home for a bloodless 
dawn. Say something for those 
who have not seen the moon. 
No answers were available for green questions. 

There was no naked mouth 
to feed the darkness.The dew scorches 
the flame.A cloud will lift 
the night and scars will become opaque 
in the forecast.

Satish Verma

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