Return of The Poet

by Satish Verma

It is autumn, grapes are bleeding...
The orange color seeps into your eyes.
Will you shut the green lids?
You start reading backwards...
Atavistic instinct to dig up the severed hands?
Your house died in the flower bed.
Seeds were crying...

01-Sep-2012

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