Theme: Life

The Shelter

Your own shelter of erected pretentions is beautiful
but you don’t want to come out from the cage.
Fear of falling from the cliff, cloud and sky
on the claws and pincers is terrific
which could maul, lacerate and dismember you,
You want to hide behind the arguments.

Somebody starts knocking at your head
like a woodpecker
Why don’t you stick to a legend like others?
Downhill you have to come
to primordial touch of soil
and smell the odor of naked bodies
toiling for seeds.

Gnarled hands open the jammed windows.
Will you know the secret of a bright lamp post
where on some night,
migratory birds were falling dead?

Black fog is floating
and you are still standing
on the spot from where you started.



More By  :  Satish Verma

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