Theme: Life


The padded words 
perdured the fall of factuality 
into the gaping maw of untruth. 

The barriers start 
crumbling for stilts 
but the alley leads to a jungle of tales. 

The manipulation walks 
on the frozen lake of eyes. 
Blue shadows move underneath to

find the door. You spend 
whole life to locate the dock. 
The old sea and man drift in dark. 

Only a seagull flies 
in morning fog to trace 
the sun, halted in clouds.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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