Author Information
Do Not Throw The Moon
Folder:
Satish Verma My poems do not reach
you. Night still burns my heart,
and undresses my wounds.
Half-human in the
pages of epics. I find faces of leopards
digging the tombs with gloved hands.
Do I frighten you my
love? My clairvoyance shows my hands
tearing away all the pages of history.
The language and the imagery
The language and the imagery in this poem are incredibly powerful.
J-Called