Theme: Life

Of Humanity

by Satish Verma
Bookmark and Share
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.
 

11-Aug-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

Views: 974     Comments: 0


Name *
Email ID
Comment *
Verification Code*

Can't read? Reload

Please fill the above code for verification.