Leaving the stains behind
I am moving to a new home
O mother
to wear the sun.
The black moon
had been stalking me for years
O mother
for a pink romance lifting the clouds.
Though, I will not come back
ever, in the valley of skins
O mother
yet I will remember your beloved night.
Nebulous was the transit
to sleep without beds.
O mother
How long these protests will continue?
Satish Verma
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Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2012
interesting double entendre in the titular role play here... you manage to brighten up the change that threatens to darken your speaker's door considerably in the first stanza, but the transition proves this light appearance to be of a merely transitory nature...
you write with such a mystical malevolence, Satish... I would love to see some of your reviews...
Be well and let peace prevail as you pick up the pieces...
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you write with such a mystical malevolence, Satish... I would love to see some of your reviews...
Be well and let peace prevail as you pick up the pieces...
Roger