Theme: Life

Comfort in Hobbling Home

Washed by tears, the flame kindled again. 
Crimson magma was quick to engulf 
the drops on forehead. Fired from close range 
the bullets opened the bloodgates in quick succession. 
It should not have happened! 
Therefore the journey resumes outside the good 
or the evil. The rdx bombs are found at 
your doorsteps and you watch helplessly the 
murder on dining table. 
Are you safe in linens of truth? The lip 
gloss of diplomacy will work? The sea 
was turbulent and a hijacked trawler was left 
on waves with the shot body of captain. 
Your hands are trembling on the knobs without 
doors. Through the death I perceive a 
child crying in the arms of a sobbing galaxy. 
There were needles on the road and our 
soles were bleeding.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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