Ritualist

by Satish Verma   Feb 7, 2018


Boundaries untouched-
I held your hands.
Peer to peer.

The highway apart-
we will become strangers,
when life would beat the flower beds.

From mountain top-
the moon will come down,
to ask for the way to martyrdom.

How will I find you-
riding on a hurricane,
when the deluge underwhelms the bridge.

Not made public-
I took you in moonlight,
celebrating the arrival of the cage.

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  • 8 months ago

    by Hope

    Beautiful