Theme: Life

Of Humanity

Do not wash out the water from the eyes,
each drop is temple, each drop is death.
Veins were becoming darker, friends disappeared overnight.
A family comes to squat on grass to scrape the souls of forefathers.

I become puzzled with failed truths,
of guilty nasturtiums fashioned on graves
gathering the human failures.
The deeds and the theatrical prisons of homes.
Anguish and sorrow.

Learning - sucks the beautiful scarves of splashed deceits.
Into the future you move, glory or doom?
No certain payments.
You have not forgotten the false commitments.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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