The Essential

by Satish Verma

Night was all black.
I could not find my
hands half-dead.

Velvety ribs. I want
to rub the spikes and
toe the line of hurricane.

The naked eye, a-roving
will search for the moon
as the superstorm was

poised for a landfall.
To receive the wrath
the ants will find the

watermark and move to
higher grounds. The sea
throws up the secret of the
unknown.

11-Mar-2014

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