Theme: Life

It Comes

Waiting under the opaque moon
a primeval instinct takes over you and you start arriving.
A black bone renders the ash on your forehead
and you complete the circle – reaching childhood;
you start climbing the ladder, for instantaneous release.
The insects don’t forget the trail; you were bleeding from inside.
You were never alone in a crowd.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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