The Whispering Silence

by Satish Verma

Bleeding the sea
For brown seaweeds,
I was trading the tides.

Talking me blind;
Kissing on my face,
O moon, you were reading
the dark earth.

To awaken myself,
I prick my fingers to collect
The fractured thoughts.
The ospreys were expected

To land for laying eggs.
I will seed the clouds,
To bring in rains, to
Wash the stains.

14-Sep-2013

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