FAINTING SPELL

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Climbing 
on the celestial pole, 
did you come 
for a lethal kiss? 

Floating 
in vacuity, 
do you find some depth 
in the black hole? 

The wheels 
move on stolen track 
of an epic. You come back 
to a dead sea- 

for a swim. What looked pink 
was not a flamingo 
with a bent bill 
held upside down.