Return On D-Day

by Satish Verma

Why deceptive retrieve
in a wheelchair
for the fallen?

Was it not a sheer
wrong message
of a space anxiety?

The aboriginal name
was dead in a traffic. What
a choice to breathe its

last in a city of buried
monuments? Vision of inner
city affiliates,

taking questions for
the first time. You
become only a body after the death.

A white rose waits
for a blue sea. The black moon
hovers around the old man.

08-Feb-2011

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Comments on this Poem

Please read 'Poetry' by Aparna Chatterjee

Ravinder Malhotra
09-Feb-2011 12:28 PM