10 december 2018

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Deciduously

You did not want to play― 
into the strength, 
of the other. 
 
Wrecking the pecking order, 
to become poorer, 
giving away your entire height? 
 
I could live, 
without your blasts, O sun, 
but I need my moon, 
for whole night. 
 
It pervades, 
the dark matter, in every pore. 
Like gingko tree 
I will drop all the pretentions 
tonight, and become leafless.

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