Theme: Life

Dimensions

by Satish Verma
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You were sitting on a honeycomb
I wanted a life without stink or stain.
Intently staring at every celebration listening to every sound,
and warding off the hissing reptiles near my ladder.
Nature, I do not want to fight with.
Grief brings psoriasis, the eternal itch and restlessness.
I scream at every red patch, my unreadable pain forgets the date.
Mutism was not the answer to protect the purity of tongue.
Silence was not a golden word.
Without becoming hoarse one can shout to tell the dimensions.
 

27-Jun-2012

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