Devanshi Khetarpal

Rookie (17th March 1999 / Bhopal)

Betty Black - Poem by Devanshi Khetarpal

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Silver crowns
Turn onyx
In black
Hell waters.

Croquet goes
Dry in
Water winds,
Blue in the whites.

Hands waver
And brush
The music,
Blemishes.

Mouths turn
Into circles.
Saying words
Of first farewells.

Fingers enclose
In packages
Addressed to
Darling. Betty Black.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 16, 2013



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