Fluting

by Satish Verma

Time unleashed from ferrum
becomes pain
like a palm moon.

A tableau vivant was gliding
on the road.
It was a night of rage.

A frozen scene
undulates the history of fire
in the eyes of a flute.

Who was breaking
the clouds
wading in reeds?

30-Oct-2012

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