Treasure Island

Satish Verma

(5-6-1935)

PRAGMATIC


Talking of morality abuse
and implanting of false truth,
words stammer.

A fiery birth after
the mist. I intend to collect
the dark energy of beyond.

A pillow dance waits
for the inevitable death.
Only one eye will see the moon.

You bend back,
open the eyes thirstily.
Let Venus unwrap the breast-

and start swimming
in gunmetal sky for the final
journey of delinquent mind.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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