Underbelly Poem by Satish Verma

Underbelly

Rating: 3.5


Unlocking,
the silver knife.
The poetry matters,
when it is dark.

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Night,
has its own secrets, when,
dew spreads out
the beadings on grass.

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Blackbuck was ready
to shed the antlers.
Moon was hornless.

Monday, September 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 01 September 2014

A beautiful poem with limited lines and liked it.

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