An Anticlimax Poem by Satish Verma

An Anticlimax

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Do you share the bed
with a perceived lover in illicit
borders?

A pink gestation
of a thought? Hands
holding a naked truth?

The winds were harsh, cold
and persuasive. And lake was
sending an obscene invitation.

You were ready to make
a jump, ending the speculation.
I speak alone -

in the arguments with
sooty bust of the sky.
Moon has no other name.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 01 September 2012

As it is a poem about the nature, what is there to hide! very beautiful!

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