Theme: Life

In Private

A bruise - 
opens up again. 
Why you did not know, 
how to stop, in the blue night, 
under the shadow of 
god particles? 

A glimpse - 
of the naked form; 
the size, the shape, 
unsettles the script, the committed 
dogma. Why you were still 
invisible, O glory? 

Absurdity - 
of the beliefs. 
Life becomes a peddler. 
I don't want to go to any bazaar 
now. A poem is good enough 
to move on.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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