Treasure Island

Satish Verma

(5-6-1935)

Dust Will Laugh


Romancing Neptune
had an
amorous wish.
The body is water.
Take it,
split it,
and then become a doormat.

Blocking the fiesta,
a ghost brings in
storm, in a glass.
Will you drink the moon
in night?

The street now walks in,
taking a call to kill the shades,
of wrinkles. You forgot
your name and move
gingerly from post to post
lightening the lamps.

Submitted: Thursday, July 04, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
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