Theme: Life

Something to Grieve

Facing an imminent 
onslaught of apparitions, I 
wanted an excuse, 
to write a poem. 

Staying raw, 
in this dark, can I see your particle 
face? Drop by drop you 
moved away. Between -

you and me was a blue 
lake. Shall I undo your 
percussive existence, brutalizing 
the wings, the peaks? 

An Aryan pride? Why 
don't we walk back home 
hand in hand, under the black 
sky and a summer moon?


More By  :  Satish Verma

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