Fake Arrival

A Poem by Satish Verma

Gliding on the clover you invoke the sky.

Gliding on the clover
you invoke the sky.

A tiger moth lands on the―
sweet viola to seek liberation.

You die to find a rival―
to cheat the moon.

Everynight a silver bleeds
to write your name on the stone.

What you dream, does not
become your neighbour.

You give a big hearty
laugh to frighten yourself.

© 2017 Satish Verma

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MaddyDash09

I love this. "Gliding on the clover, you invoke the sky."
Basically meaning that this being has their whole lives ahead of them, dreaming big.
Okay so the insect seeking liberation. My mind went crazy. What are you saying, is this moth a representation of a person seeking freedom from whatever it is trapping them up inside?
MY MIND IS CRAZY but I love your poem. I give you a 90 rating because there's always room to grow. I love your simplicity. If you look at my poetry you will see that my only few things I have published on this website are longer than the constitution...