Theme: Life


The sludge rattles as you tilt on one side
heat and dust swirl around you.
The sun baked age drifts.
The book of life with greasy stains,
preserves a part of your history.

The earth moves on...
Suffering to filthy chatter,
this city was not your choice.
What were you doing,
with your innocent thoughts,
under naked aggression?

Confessions were not sufficient.
Seeking you were not,
then why were you counting the coins?

The last person defeats death.
Deaf and dumb go in a tizzy.
The bipolars are puzzled.
Is that the answer to a revenge?

Nobody knows the genesis.
The fog deepens...
Clouds climb up the sky.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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Comment beatifully woven

07-Jun-2012 15:03 PM

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