Theme: Life

Realpolitik

by Satish Verma
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Under the tree of learning 
of another life, the primitive father arrives. 
Casts a spell of wisdom, between sorrow and death 
with a speck of tears in circle of beings. 
But a rain-soaked serpentine path leads to a ravine. 

A talisman reignites the fear of unknown. 
Panic grips the roots, branches, green-leaved hopes. 
Cambium stops working, cutting the flow of nutrients. 
The lady of darkness descends on the boulders 
of truth, piercing through the layers of light ruffling 
the winds of change. 

Devotees splatter the red wine on the cupped palms 
of priest and ask, who was responsible 
for long life of knife. No reliable intellectual 
wants to become a bartender. 
Nobody dares to play the Realpolitik.

06-Jul-2011

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