Theme: Life

Laughing Skull

Name was more beautiful than the face.
It was charisma of night.
A dream without the eyes.
Laughing skull on the road opens a wound,
and dying footprints
were neither consenting nor refusing.

A facticity clamps the flow of blood,
I was counting the stitches,
somewhere the pain was reappearing.
Interpersonal hate had a story to tell:
greed, anger and bullets.
The legs were chopped off from truth.

He was not faithful to sun.
In my heart lies a trapped river.
Its history is old, its water was humble.
Uncontaminated was the knock on the door
to a melting of white snow.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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