Verities

by Satish Verma   Mar 21, 2017


The moon was moving
stealthily in wilderness.
Time was running out
tracing the shape.

I let her go, the
comely thing, putting on
hold, the teetering
poem.

Running faster than light, the
words catch you in midstream.
A warlord wants to put on
a helmet in night.

It was raining sparks and
cinders. You walk along the
redoubts, obliterating
simmering footsteps.

I am not a loser
dancing in the pit of snakes.
Bring the sweetness of venom.
I am alive.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    As always so much mystery in your writes. The visuals are beautiful. Well done-