Empty Day

Satish Verma

take back your smile, 
the fish has died in my hands; 
nowhere you have touched me 
deep in the brutal corona of a black moon - 

my sun spots were waning: 
a hole in the wind, chased 
adulthood of man for a frozen 
infantile mutancy 

something stopped you 
to discover yourself in the rage: 
what was it? I am refusing to believe 
something between the unbuttoned 
golden flesh of a mummy, 

the old version dies hard, fear escapes 
from amygdalae, 
in mourning, comes the rainbow 
of pain, the rain lashing on window 
i am melting inside a cast

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Double denotation, a plethora of spiritual connotations.

To melt. Well said - Stella