Theme: Life

Sparks In Woods

by Satish Verma
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Some depth, my thoughts never touched,
the moonlight fades on my window.
The vague gratification, falls silently on my mind.
Pausing on relativity, I open the door to eternity.
Vast loneliness of qualms, like the cult of dancing doubts
where was the choice?
I felt guilty at the fall of truth.
Black grass was not my doing.
My blood dripped on every count, on every tear.
I don’t need questions anymore.
Give me landmarks. Darkness was for me.
I will walk relentlessly in search of light.
Alone, you will remember the fire,
the spent spark in woods.
It makes a difference when you are picking flowers.


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