The Trıade

Folder: 
Satish Verma

In war of attrition 
with moon, 
you need a black eye. 

The stars blinked. 
A milkyway changed its stance 
and went on fast track. 

The sense of sky 
was changing. Earth 
decided to take off the veil. 

I was not engaging 
any contradictions. Let the turmoil 
throw up an alternative. 

It was seen coming. 
The blind snakes 
starting an intrepid attack.