Theme: Life

Fever Rising

What is the thing of poverty,
of frozen pain,
fury under the snow,
between fire and rain?

You come on the surface
to breathe, douse with petrol
and show off a flame. A slum of emotions
burns with rage.

The masses in the garden
play with a fountain. The screams
bloom into a scam. A dead blue peace,
except the tears obscene.

I am in fear. The pillow was used
to choke the enemy.The ripples were
spreading. Wheels were broken. A child
in a womb cries.


More By  :  Satish Verma

Views: 1433     Comments: 0

Name *
Email ID
Comment *
Verification Code*

Can't read? Reload

Please fill the above code for verification.