Satish Verma


UMBRELLA


Like a brazen
dancer of night.
A phantom?
With heart on chest;
floating in air,
like a death-scarf.

You have donated
the body for an angel-
petrifying the moon.

The hairy saint
was unquiet,
in a glass house.

Who had delivered
the letter to god?
I pledge to stay alive.


Satish Verma



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