Theme: Life

Pick Up The Dawn

He was not him, today the day ended with a boom,
had walked aimlessly for hours in half fear and half hope.
Window filters a new moon.
It burns the pillow, wets the glass,
had he kissed goodbye to the glass house?
Tired of being a dwarf bridging the gap between hurts and animus.
The truth was only known to the deported.
Smoldering in the cauldron for years
he was never ripe for the plunge;
his kind refused to cling to straw for ever.
Wanted inner shength to stand against the shots,
to read the illegible words and pick up the dawn from falling stars.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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