Theme: Life

Trapped Light

A proxy life 
I was fighting in the hourglass 
to open the pathways of a grain 
for a bloody birth of an idea. 

Was time faithful to us 
when we were drifting apart? 
A prowling big cat had again attacked in dark 
and broken the necks of lambs. 

Now miracles are flying 
and you want to get the solid gold 
hidden in a borewell, the colour 
of a sunset and a yellow wager. 

Today I will forget the grief 
of generations, dispossessed of death and myths. 
You have not lifted the pugmarks 
unburdening my truth.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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