Umbrella
Like a brazen
dancer of night.
A phantom?
With heart on chest;
floating in air,
like a death-scarf.
You have donated
the body for an angel-
petrifying the moon.
The hairy saint
was unquiet,
in a glass house.
Who had delivered
the letter to god?
I pledge to stay alive.
poem by Satish Verma
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