Theme: Life


the solid rock, from its tallest perch 
was tumbling down, after navel – gazing – 
in songs of darkness; had the hidden 
aloofness in space and time, 

I have become a tree, intend to teach 
the truth of roots; eating the body 
of gods, one prayer changes the fright 
of depth, meanwhile you become the ethnic wait 

in sprawling riots, the inside of ire was 
very red; screams, bends, shakes, takes away 
emotional blackmail, hairs standing like 
candles burning, the conditioning was over – 

in granite falls, it was rain of tears on 
flames of freedom at the street, a crowd 
becomes a large leaf swaying on the waves of a red 
river, flowing sensuously in a young city


More By  :  Satish Verma

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