Theme: Life

Suicidal Wish

For my water god I entered the wetlands. 
Fog was increasing and me becoming incoherent. 

The swamp throws a high tide of rolling wave 
I lift the burden of bones and take a plunge in darkness. 

The holy moon gives the company in yellow mood 
smelling of honey and rusted-red mulberries. 

A maxim inside the solitude hurts the path 
where I lost my innocence for a son. 

A breeze, a cloud, a beautiful sky 
I carry the dust of my home wherever I go. 

The wreckage was intact, past was shining. 
An octopus was sending the suckers for future.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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