Theme: Life


The sludge overtakes the sane euphoria.
A barefoot caravan of cloud becomes edgy.
The hills have gone green.
The cascading falls tend to mount on the scattered stones.
Suddenly I go berserk and start hitting the stars moon by moon,
when night had betrayed the lover.
The collected grief of the lyrics will answer
for the blood which hunger spread on the lips.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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