Theme: Life

Half-closed Lids

by Satish Verma
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This nothingness was overwhelming. 
When words fail to tell the facts, 
only silence talks. 

That brutal interrogation of self 
to undo the decline, like a 
a viper in your home. 

The mortgaged glow of stoned infant 
in the exiled land, brings 
the exodus of shrunken legs. 

A shadow survives on the debris 
of frozen voices, 
sluicing through the cries. 

Open the stitches of night. 
Death was skirting the prison. 
No ropes. No ropes.

13-Mar-2011

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