Theme: Life

Indoors

by Satish Verma
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Today, 
small things ask some uncomfortable 
questions. I enter the eye of a wound. 

Unscathed, will I obey the law 
of believing; the round mirror? 
It reflects the absolute truth? 

Consolations, 
they begin the attack in the valley 
of thoughts; words, were hung 
over the paper, spill the ink 

like blood on the street. 
Who will lift the corpse? 

Words on the wings; 
let them drop 
like stones, like knives. The flesh is raw, 
bones white a century is going to sing.

11-Nov-2010

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