Theme: Life

Where He Was

Meditation was futile.
He turned his back
from the green prayers.
The state had made
a mockery of his love.
The words were not clear
written on the periphery of pain.
He fathered dust to dust,
his light folded his trembling hands,
lying on jaundiced bed.
Syntax was rising...
He stood alone amidst landmines
malice for none,
beast and history.
The stones were falling from sky.
The punished was partaking the blows,
where he was
others were absent.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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