Wings Attached

by Satish Verma

In slap at your icarian path
the call was not taken
from inside me.

Anxiety in a troupe of clouds
was rising. A deep dissent
within winds surfaces after sunset.

On the footpath comes a noun
in the land of abuses,
taking a vow of silence.

The moon becomes green
in a blue sky to get
the blessings of surging frost.

Knew nothing about the
future flooding of apples.
Falling from the tree.

17-Mar-2013

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