Theme: Life

Wet Landscape

A saddened rain drop strikes me at the face.
When town is burning, its dignity confronts me with force.
A human clone rises like a smoke from the ruins of our nerves.
Why the love has evaporated from our hearts?

In new spread of palaces, upside down roots grow with regrets.
The dark woods depart, small grasses peel off the wounds of earth.
Tomorrow, the half glory of our greed will be exhibited and leaves will burn.

Now, a clearing has been made. Sun smiles, bakes the bones.
The water of life has been denied to us.
Beaming technology buries the classical path, the book and the eros.
The wet landscape cries.



More By  :  Satish Verma

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