Finally Injured

by Satish Verma   Nov 6, 2020

What you did not know
was the resilience
of tulips.

The riots start
in colors, earnestly. A violent
outburst of the theme of surrender
before dawn.

You kiss the irises,
blue, violet and crimson
for nominalism.

The vision emboldens-
the wounds, the slit throats-
to come again for guillotine.

A sliding blade
with promise to kill,
will not move.


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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Shruti

    The first line is my favourite. The use of flowers as symbolisms is so good, loved it. Congrats on winning this!

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