In Clouds
You walk on burning embers
like a black stone
to meet the end before beginning
on empty landscape.
What was the need
to cross a saviour?
Death had the wedding anniversary
in a garden -
full of blessings for the sky
to enter the round seed of thought.
After the explosion, there were
severed heads of two smiling teens.
poem by Satish Verma
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