Dancing On Leash


It was a failed attempt
to employ the eternity
for breathing.

Iris, I cannot find the moon
behind the rainbow, when
I was throwing petals at your feet.

O, white truce of anemone,
why phosphrous was given up
at the fall of an oak?

In heaps of praises,
a monologue of the lamb
in the den of lions.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

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