Muttering

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Miranda: 
talk to your restive soul, 
elementally abstract. 

Home – 
was minimal comfort, 
for the flying birds. 

Clock, 
to explode today 
on your face. 

You were eying 
the bride, 
in turbulent sky. 

Who had 
brought the moon 
at Agave’s feet?