Theme: Life


A grandson sails through the century
jumps into the chair of grandfather
and revokes the death penalty for the iconoclast
who refuses to be alive.
A truth should be deemed again
to find the mystery of death.
Between man and divinity
lies the fiction which nobody wants to write off.

Green goes the sea in full moon
the earth has a debt to pay.
Sometimes you walk a long distance
to know when the sun will rise.
Unchanged remains the odor of wind.
The chest feels the punch
fetching the burden of roaring sounds
in the domain of soundless solitude.
The grandfather is lifted by untainted words.
Still swallowing the emotions
the peacocks on a tall tree scrambling,
scream in unison.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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