* The Dead Tiger Poem by Satish Verma
* The Dead Tiger
the hunt begins after sunset
under cracked moon, blindfolded clouds
start visiting volitionlessly:
the nesting eagles, I choose
this bitter absurdity of large wings
under the sun, where they will announce the shade,
a lonely patch of life, of signature
kill of future, the metamorphosis of a street
into unending wait;
undress the sleeping lion
of combat fatigue, his brain splattered,
the dreams moved like tectonic plates
* On seeing the body of Vellupillai Prabhakaran
the nesting eagles, I choose this bitter absurdity of large wings under the sun, where they will announce the shade, a lonely patch of life, of signature kill of future, the metamorphosis of a street into unending wait; ----- powerful words great imagery painted! ! ! 10+++
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4/25/2024 7:58:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very thoughtful observation. Thanks.