Theme: Life


Untie the knot, patriarch, 
the broken kiss was 

The backhoe picks up the 
devil, it was within you 
when you were casting stone 
at the fear. 

The pagan was covered 
with leaves 
raw and pailful; 

belief in a thought 
was not working, 
think, man think. 

The system, 
the birth of rebirth of sorrow 
was the tragedy. 

The shaper, 
I am, still wandering 
to find the words. 

(This poem was written after reading the massacre of 57 people in southern island of Mindanao, Philippines on 23rd Nov 09)


More By  :  Satish Verma

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