The Sunday Ritul

by Satish Verma   Jul 13, 2022

Belong to yourself in?
green flames and wait for
the hibiscus of September.

Meanwhile you will
break the silence of deathless
moon. I will watch the dark
night till then.

The yes woman walks
on water. I stay on the shore
to see the bones drown.

It was great worthy of the
digitalis. Fingers of gloves
will measure the beats of heart.

Attending the funeral was
waste. You will rise again
from ashes to beat revenge.


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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Shaun Cronick

    Belong to yourself in?....This does not make any sense in sentence structure or flow of written/spoken English, correct coherent English, that is.
    And to be frank nor does the rest of your poem. It's a mish mash of eclectic poetry.
    And what does Ritul mean? Surely you mean the word Ritual.
    And this was selected, viewed, chosen and won. Ye Gods!
    Those are my honest thoughts regarding this poem.
    Anyway, salutations to you.