Theme: Life

Parched Lips

by Satish Verma
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Nothing to look forward
I return my gifts today.
Completely denuded
I will spread out in emptiness.
I was nowhere in the circle of untruths,
the pain was slipping inside
and self-denial took its toll.

Nomad in exile for the kiss of unknown
wandering in whispering streets.
There was no more remorse.
Saffron was the choice of pathos.
A collective suicide of pledges in the sun!
Parallel grief of desert and wind offers the plundered toast
I drink to my parched lips.

10-Jul-2012

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