Immenseness of the contrast – <br />from blue eyes to red apples, <br />(we must stop apple picking!) <br />from smashed leg to a stone wall – <br />squanders the soft toys of time. <br /> <br />A peach colored queen lies in state <br />from centuries <br />to be buried in a golden casket. <br />Poverty of words, <br />hunts for the meaning, rhyme and consonance. <br /> <br />I drink darkness from the white lips. <br />Green eyes will find, <br />a sun at last. <br />The urn is broken. <br /> <br />The scented hairs cover my face – <br />tendrils of a brute fate. <br />A mutilated mirror will reflect the distorted history <br />of man, through the ages of dust <br />and wounds. The earth was riveting the god.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apple-picking-3/
