A LONE JOURNEY

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Invasion was thin 
like a feather's fall 
on the mirror. 

Only bride will know, 
the rose petals were 
meant for unthinking. 

Scattering rice 
to dig out the tools 
of prehistonic man. 

The previous night 
I taught myself 
how not to peel the oranges― 

with bare hands, 
in terror, when there was 
endless path to unknown.

allets's picture

Feather Fall

The image of a feather falling on the mirror is softly and slow motion rendered. Nice image for measuring time perhaps - Lady A

 

 


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