Theme: Life

Without A Title

Full moon was negating the intensity of night.
I wanted the sacred smell of dark heaven
which was dispensing the forgiveness...
Did not reach the dazzling height of a star;
even conflicts gave me immense metaphors.
Nemesis was measuring the hauled-up mistakes.
For them, I was tormented by unknown fears
and the ravings were useless.
Deliberately I cleaned my room twice
to welcome the instincts.
Even the particulars have become painful.
What do you think?
Can we follow the poem without a title?
The neighbourhood cracks silently
I am not going to flaunt my lesions.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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