Fake Arrival

Satish Verma

Gliding on the clover 
you invoke the sky. 

A tiger moth lands on the― 
sweet viola to seek liberation. 

You die to find a rival― 
to cheat the moon. 

Everynight a silver bleeds 
to write your name on the stone. 

What you dream, does not 
become your neighbour. 

You give a big hearty 
laugh to frighten yourself.

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