Theme: Life

In Narthex

Leave me with abba 
after devastation. There was 
blood before the dawn. 
The feathers were floating. 

And why should one weep 
when the lake was dry 
and there was a corona 
discharge from the man's face. 

I remember not, all the 
ugliness of life, when I was 
growing roses in my books, like 
a moon striking my pen. 

The road was there, the tree 
was there, but your footprints 
were not to be seen. Where have 
you gone my words, I was waiting?


More By  :  Satish Verma

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