Satish Verma
A Suspended Rock
Your freckles should not
go like innocence. Sun
was overlapping the galaxies.
I become whole for a while,
when you cry for the blueberry
moon in vain.
Why the night dips into your blue eyes?
No irony. I will wait
for you on the burning deck.
The schism was widening.
An animal living inside me
wants to raise his head.
The loser gets the inky jet
to cover his body. How about
getting a glimpse of lightning
walking down the road?
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