Vagaries Poem by Satish Verma
Vagaries
Intimacy in dark
carries the emptiness,
pauses in the way―
under the faint moon.
A homeless bird heads towards
the lake.
Passiflora.
The flowers remind you
of crucifixion.
The human loss was intense.
The fire within, extinguished.
No stone was ready to move.
Do you want the sound to be on?
The firmness now starts
melting. A holy river caresses
the bridge. Shores tremble.
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