Treasure Island

Satish Verma

(5-6-1935)

DRENCHING


To find peace,
you break the coconut,
a ritual to dent
the dark night.

Amnesia disconnects
your pronouns.
You do not remember
your name.

A monkey or a fowl.
The existence was
the same for your
unknown inheritance.

Want to collect the golden
motif; from the
old brick house, sans
a real god, old brick house.

A straight line hangs
from a roof, igniting the
faith. There was no ghost
no jinni.

Submitted: Friday, November 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 01, 2013

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