Theme: Life


I say to myself, why did not you learn 
the ways of life? 
The chariot blew up in your face. 

Blueberry, blueberry – 
they bloom in dark. 
How difficult it was to stay normal 
human being and speak your lines 

I will pull my hearse one day 
unspoken, unseen. 

This mirror has no more trappings. 
It is reverted into original glare. 
Hang your boots, it says. 

I say I am a lobster 
in a water tank, 
listening to waves; 
ready to be boiled, 
when idol wants to eat.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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