Yellow Roses

by Satish Verma   May 9, 2018


Have not written a single
word today, for you.
As if I was fishing
without a line.

Mixing the precursors
on the hills to invite the
mustard moon, for a?
dance with kingfishers.

There was no grief, no
scars. My hands becoming
empty. Parrots are gone.
There was no speech, no goodbyes.

The book is blank. Un?
printed pages. Nothing more
to be said. Only a smoke
tracing a face inside a face.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A thought provoking piece and enjoyable read. Milly x

  • 6 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    The simile of fishing for words without a line is a good one. I liked the extended reference to water with the reflected moon and emptying hands.
    The questions are mystfyingly thought provoking.