Satish Verma
For No Obvious Reason
When I wanted
to stop you, the flame was
snuffed out by an invisible hand.
I let the missing link
go. My body turns blue.
You return back the
rusted coins. Fountain was
dry. Someone was going insane.
An albino touch with
blue eyes― the planet quivers
in chill.
A punishment for
remaining brown in the
crowd of white lilies.
Summer is breathing
last. Frozen lips now stop the flight.
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