The Reverie

by Satish Verma   Dec 1, 2019

It was devastating.
Out of boredom, drops in
the moon, in the month October.
Hanging over a palm,
to shake hand with a
lone survivor,
a firefly.

A silvery silence
explodes in you face, before
you write a simple word
on the golden leaf.

And I must undo
the locks of complex, winged
life, which will not set-
me free from the funeral
pain. I am going to
meet myself, beyond you.


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