Theme: Life

Forgetting The Hymn

Spherules start a pincer attack 
on the modesty of an epiphany. 
The manifestation was incomplete. 

The windows were very small in
the wind-palace. Only ringdoves 
were sitting on the sills, cooing all day. 

They were sitting in a row; cross- 
legged, the naked monks. As a penance 
they were getting the scalp hair pinched off. 

Swearing will not help. You need to 
suffer like a forgotten language, 
like grass blades who bend again & again.

04-Jan-2014

More By  :  Satish Verma

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