by Satish Verma
After scarring, the big gap
confronts a mascot.
The caster is telling a lie.
Under shock and anger
you start cursing the renegade truth.
Black windows now perceive the light.
Nobody wants to catch the dust now,
falling from the stars.
War of words comes to disarming of
I reconcile with the setting sun.
Back and forth, back and forth
the unabashed, moves a bridal moon.
Last updated December 19, 2012