Theme: Life


You want to cover
the great distance,
between you and lost innocence.

The imploded silence
will speak of
great murders.

I was going down-
the stairs,
to dig out the skeletons-

from the latched, oak
chest. The empty drawers
had the imprints of fallen ancestors.

Soon the eyes will
swell, with salt of
a frozen sea.


More By  :  Satish Verma

Views: 1367     Comments: 1

Comments on this Poem

Comment What a life...! Keep it up.

22-Sep-2013 18:16 PM

Name *
Email ID
Comment *
Verification Code*

Can't read? Reload

Please fill the above code for verification.