Treasure Island

Satish Verma

(5-6-1935)

LESBIA


There was a big question. Why
one was not raped.
It hits the gate of heaven.

The moon has not risen.
I become a victim of an elegy
before my demise.

Thus I am back to square one,
when I had not fallen in love
and you were still in errancy.

Pleading for levitation in tender
zone.It was the blackbird
which was not ready to swallow a moon.

Scaling the peaks without climbing.
I am going to bring down the milk
of an artist, who would not
paint a goddess.

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (4/22/2013 8:47:00 AM)

    going to bring down the milk of an artist. I like it in present situation. thanks.
    I request you to read my poems and comment please. (Report) Reply

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