Deleting

by Satish Verma

Under the frame
lurking from a sun point
I will track the death
on mountain.

Unafraid, a wild animal
had killed the lambs
in a row, resting in homestead.
The ladders were squealing.

Dizzily you realize, that
you don't belong to yourself.
After eating fire all along,
the birds had migrated; -

beneath the skin; now pigments
were changing the color. You
become selfish. Start removing
your name from the martyr's list.

24-Mar-2013

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Comments on this Poem

>Dizzily you realize, that
you don't belong to yourself.<

Seb Vettel gave this excuse for his refusal to obey a Red Bull team instruction in the recent Malaysian F1 Grand Prix. He had inexplicably 'become selfish'.

rdashby
25-Mar-2013 14:45 PM