Theme: Life

What Went Wrong?

In twilight, 
the noose tightens
and shadows start walking 
towards you; to reclaim 
your anonymity
and declare in deadpan manner: 
the author is dead. 

Your smallness goes 
on sale. You are subjected 
to scrutiny by the small print, but 
the truth escapes from lidless eyes. 

A private punishment. 
There was blood on the knife. 
Why did you write a 
sanguinary poem for your savior today?

01-Mar-2014

More By  :  Satish Verma

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