Theme: Life

Life Moves On

You make me give up too easily 
without a fight. I will not 
ask any questions. 

The elite mercy you are 
endowed with, green eyes, 
invite me for a daunting embrace. 

It cracked under the chariot 
on runway. The wings scattered, 
I will not be able to fly now. 

One day, I gave you my dagger 
to put it in my heart. 
You had tied my hands for real. 

Overreached by words of 
mouth, a quill becomes a 
pen, waiting about carnage.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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