Rivalry

by Satish Verma

Unable to conceive.
The theme had not arrived
near the mouth.
It was agonizingly close,
Before and after the storm.
A dharma had failed.

Law of the land:
first a sprint,
then a strained voice.
You lend your voice to
a surrogate throat.
The audience roared.

Star by star, you walk
in dust. The search goes to
find the unknown, who takes
a big stride and leaves
giant footprints
in the dark.

18-May-2014

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