The Frost

by Satish Verma   Feb 22, 2018


This overwhelming emptiness:
something to present allegorical, figuratively,
which is not here. Vultures were coming back.
A stimulating dialogue must start

to release the hostages of unknown fears.
The menacing fog was towering over statements.
Everything was turning into coal and the smoke
was streaming from the oasis.

Where we were on the impounded road
unstuck after ethnic cleansing?
The jealous blood was coloring the greed
on the cold shoulders of priested bluff.

The beast loses the domination, bread
and milk of drifting poor. In glass house the
clouds were entering. The dissecting table
was ready to nail the sea of hate.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    This is a very deep and meaningful piece filled with strong and powerful imagery. A most vibrant and revealing read. Best wishes Milly x