Frivolous

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Satish Verma

Motionless within the ambit 
of moon, 
the rain squirms and flickers 
under the street light 
in the vacuous silence 
of a monolith. 

A cricket walks on a cloud 
and starts the lightning. 
The urn was blind, fills up with grief. 
The goddess climbs out of rainbow 
and accepts the message 
of fireworks. 

After the pain, there was 
frigidity. The lips will not move under 
the mortgage of unvenerable words. 
An innocent deal was brokered 
with stings about the truth 
of the wasp. 

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