Theme: Life

Who Was Faithful?

That yellow moon haunts me again 
and overleaps my sleep. 
I do not dare to walk in the graves 
of your eyes. The palace 
has broken. 

Mere suffering was not sufficient. 
You have to wince with pain 
for a crucified secret, 
dying for a graced truth. 

Snatch me a tear from 
the blind eyes. My precious rags 
will make a sacred thread to wrap 
you on your arm. 

The bruised innocence does not matter 
now.You walk like a prince in every dark 
page of history. Light follows the 
sounds of body.

05-Dec-2010

More By  :  Satish Verma

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