Theme: Life

Thin Veil

I begin unlearning 
the script, in irreality, 
find myself 

my shadow in intermission 
envelops the virtue 
peak of sorrow, silence of space, 

give your hand, within clarity 
of reason, inner globe 
of light, your kiss melts. 

A water lily grows 
in my palm, full of tears, 
a terror strikes on thumb 

like a dismembered limb 
a veiled moon walks in night 
to reach home. 

The sun will find the road empty!


More By  :  Satish Verma

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