Theme: Life


Watching the externalism
I was playing a squid in deep waters
to save the raging sears of life.
Was it a soft intellect to believe in goodness,
when rains had ceased to come
and seeds were covered with mildew?
The farming of words had overlooked the fires.
The smoldering was inside the anthem.
This fall I will not see the colors.
Sun had eloped with the moon
and leaves had curled like a promise.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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