Theme: Life


You come home, sitting on my shoulders. 
I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark 
before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of 
ending comes out from crozier. Uncoiling has stopped. 
In loincloth a truth unravels the mystery of cells. A 
warm transparency. You walk around objectively, 
returning the gifts to birds, bees and aspens. It 
was time not to put up excuses. The wings are tired 
and wind was falling. 

Let the dance of nothingness start! 


More By  :  Satish Verma

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