Theme: Life

Will Not Forget

Flirting with broken bread 
I taste a bitter truth. 
I am entering into a stupor 
from head to toe. The 
intimate torture has begun. 

Trying to locate the 
dirt path back to 
home. The bird-watching 
has come to an end. 

The meaningless ailing 
now bleeds from dark 
orifices. I return back 
your globe. 

The river has changed 
its course. It does not flow 
by my home. I am planting 
forget - me - not.

17-May-2013

More By  :  Satish Verma

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