Fireworks Poem by Satish Verma

Fireworks



The tiger in the woods
waits.
You play with blue tits
in backyard
hiding the insects.

I have become―
clean, absolutely empty
like a dry well.
Will you fill me with
brine?

You wear saffron
I go green.

Tell me how you dance
on the flames?

Friday, May 26, 2017
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