Poetry

Riveted:
the ducks went into a howl.
A shirtless moon was walking
on the lake.
Darts had started moving
towards blue lips.

Gale was not able to speak.
Unthinkable:
sky will explode now, in stars.
Gambling with water, cheating
the fireflies
in dark bush.

Who was illegitimate on
the blanket?
The child was crying for the
lost coin.
King wanted the sun to hide behind the monolith;
his statue was being pulled down.

Satish Verma