BEAUTY OF PAIN

by Satish Verma   Feb 4, 2014


Behind your face
was cleaver
releasing past poem.

The sensual milk
flows from the palm
into your lake.

Grieving for
the torn wings of pink
light.

Cruising on thighs
with eyes closed
death utters a shriek.

The eternal flame
closes on pollen
to tell a lie.

Satish Verma

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  • 10 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    In life nothing comes easy. Just like us, nature too undergoes great length and pain to create beauty, to allow the cycle of life to go on. What is life without pain..liked this write.

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