Theme: Life

Becoming Oneself

I was searching the self, 
in truth of life. 

It leaves many 
questions, unanswered. 
There was import - 

of risqué. The generated 
heat would kill 
ordinary answers. 

You can tear up, 
a mountain to release 
the particles, 

although invisible. 
You stretch out your hands 
to collect black currants. 

For a kick-start 
you start shouting. 
I am the truth!


More By  :  Satish Verma

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