Theme: Life


Entering into hypersonic gridlock 
you become one of the crowd; 
remain devastated, slip into unconciousness, 

defer to a calibrated emblem and speak 
untainted. The debris was taking to the 
street. The trees were drinking from 

geyser basins, mutated restraint. The crow 
was taking a bath in milk, to show that 
it has no venom. Or rather no controversy 

for a tedium death. That is the stripping of 
ambition, till the light arrives. Darkness 
will reap the grains of sorrow. The fire 

digs out the secret bones. You cannot stop 
the whipping of skulls which were without thoughts, 
when silence was bidding for lips.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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