Pink Reminder

It slithers, the tongue
trying to find
the rage on cold words.

A window
shuts on fire for a deliberate
withdrawl from conflicts.

The virgin iron
becomes a corpse
under the golden
amnesia of hot greens.

The colors are changing
on face
and the silky grass of paradise.

poem by Satish Verma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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