Theme: Life


They were decapitated 
in winter. 
To send forth again, fresh, 
the green twigs of summer. 
Trees of roadside. 

My friends, I used to talk 
to them in my morning walk. 

Once I sat under 
a wishing tree for a divine feel. 
There were lots of colored threads 
tied round the massive trunk. 
I wanted to arrive in the neighbourhood 
of absurd escapes of a 
fake religion. 

My footfalls on stairs were becoming 
louder, lugging the wasted life. 
It was time now
To understand the deep shadows 
of unanswered questions.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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