Theme: Life

Blind Walls

Icons of evolution and loud men made a circle of nihility,
leaping high, splashing the black perfume.
Nicotine reclaimed ne plus ultra.
Lurching thrusts reached nowhere.
Dirty fingers held the prosperity.

The dialogue of root and earth started a nameless fire.
Hunger stunned the leaves, brutalized by unmanaged truths.
The sting operated in dark.
Let going the lights, phantoms were starving.
I saw my face for the first time.
I accept my responsibility for closed drapes.

Doors were banging in terror and there were sparks on the roof.
The blind walls squirmed.
It was time for your roadmap
to show the lines, sign the winds.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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