Theme: Life


Winter topples the
of muddled tongue.

The bottle
breaks the stasis
of eye.

I cede the smile
of history.
Somebody has left the home.

I become my enemy
in dark
for the acid taste of truth.

The moon
had the malignant stain.
My shirt has become dirty.

O God,
I never believed in you
nor in your ugly world! 


More By  :  Satish Verma

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