Theme: Life

Wandering Jew

Counting the digits
of your hand, you forget
how many fathers you have. 

Was it not very odd that 
truth exists in the crying eyes 
of a child whose mother 
has abruptly disappeared? 

It always hurts, when 
realization comes. A little 
sprig of cowlick, reminds you of 
timelessness. You can move - 

in any direction. You want to 
go. That will need a third eye.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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