Theme: Life

Power Lines

The numbers were going up 
and hallowed men were no
more saints. 

You find that your shirt 
was stained. Now 
you talk 
to strangers. Fear creeps
under the skin. 

You come near each other in
the dark. Reverting yourself 

Against the wall of water as 
high as your ego. Epidural abscess
a silence of unknown. 

Now, every hour you die. Light 
abducts the dreams. Nothing to
talk about the blitzkrieg.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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