Lips And Wordless MiracleA Poem by Satish VermaWhat if the sword leaves and purple eyes
What if the sword
leaves and purple eyes of Iris become apocalyptic? It would be for me― the arrow, leaving from the arched bows of goddess of rainbow. Wearing a tiara, of golden lotuses, in eerie morning the sun was rising. Dawn commits a genuine sin. Wakes me up to dig the past for bones of faithless truth. The silent ocean has a job to do. Turn me blue in iced mercy without any smile. Baked and browned, the priest, marries a virgin to a ghost. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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