Theme: Life

Length of Time

Cell to cell a trapped apocalypse moves breaking the taboo,
deconstructing the secret of body in chains
The myth explodes, offends the knowledge.
I know that I do not know myself.
Lacerating, ravishing the soil, the roots
come out of air to find the imprint of fruits.
I concede, I stop at the door of pain.
Hold me, when I tremble with stage fright.
My turn has come to speak the truth.
I have not made up my mind to consume the light.
Garden takes a nap in the dark.
The boldness will face the dream in length of time.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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