Inside The Drizzle

by Satish Verma

Tainted blood
cruising in wrong legs.
You stomp on the golden leaves
of the fallen tree -
who will not go with the
winds.

A pregnant pause.
The storm was raging at the corner.
Put down the light,
put down the light;
hold on the road signs.

There is a reverse calm
inverse silence
between eyes and heart!

27-Mar-2013

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