Eggs went freezing in the sap. <br />Lips of moon were hot. <br /> <br />In the flare up, the <br />rebel had cast doubt <br />on cartridge. <br /> <br />Missiles were unique <br />but, hands trembled - <br />concept of sky was a lie. <br /> <br />Saturn and moon were coming closer. <br />Two way mirror of sun <br />was watching. <br /> <br />The fallen leaves on grass <br />refuse to be blown away. <br />They were waiting for the fruits. <br /> <br />Once in a blue lake <br />you had cheated the boat, <br />you may not be lucky this time.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lips-of-moon-were-hot/
