Theme: Life

Home Which Never Was...

Faceless fear leaps from the book
I close the chapter.
My ancestors start hovering over my head
What did I achieve?
Glorified stones and shining plaques adorn the garden,
round and round my spirit soars.
Are you listening?

Two things always haunted me.
Space and voices.
I searched my atlas and traced my home
which never was.
Nothing will alter my hurt.
I am afraid to lose my soft eye,
roving smell and final judgement.



More By  :  Satish Verma

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