A Paragon Poem by Satish Verma

A Paragon



Like a starfish― you are
not a star, always opening
the shells― with your tube fest
to find the pearls.

Predator― you will attack
in a crowd― when it is dark―
coming out of your skin.

Flesk for flesh. It was your dynasty.

I cannot reconcile. I cannot
play the game of chess―
and checkmate the opponent.
Will wait for a nemesis.

Unorthodox. The nature
reveals its move― in the galaxies.
The earth is in―
mid-life crisis.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015
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Shakil Ahmed 27 October 2015

the poem is a superb creation, i enjoyed reading the following lines Unorthodox. The nature reveals its move― in the galaxies. The earth is in― mid-life crisis.

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