It returns to haunt, <br />the dilemma, of disowning <br />the old version of truth; <br />when I was searching the parallelism <br />for the sake of otherness. <br /> <br />The unreturning melancholia, <br />brings the surreal intruder, <br />I did not want to entertain. <br /> <br />The insane activity of heart <br />wants a sin uncommitted. <br /> <br />The flirt eyes like a tulip <br />between your fingers, <br />unrolling the tender petals. <br /> <br />Night throws the salt on the moon. <br /> <br />There were no tears.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sent-anonymously/
