Open Your Wounds

This was a benign
separation, to meet in the dead sea-
one day. The white veils had red spots.

Is it the beginning of
voracious end in broad daylight? Smoke was
coming from a deep heart.

I share the sage bush
to give a pungent smell, like a saint
giving the thoughts to spikes.

A modernist poem with obsurity, deep thought and suggestive images.                              'benign separation, to meet in the dead sea', 'beginning of voracious end' are beautiful expressions. 

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003