Theme: Life

Anchored Briefly

While melting-down he was going to cheat 
the death. So be it, bribing the inevitable. 

In search of me, you and self, life was 
coming to an end. Standing on sharp edge 

he wanted to go back to beginning of era, 
to try again his fear against coarse future, 

to be versed in or not to cease, to yield 
to the butchering-ground for salvation. 

He did not want to pick up the droppings 
now with butterfingers. Let there be a revolt 

against the buyers of wallets. Gods have 
left the caves and crowds are thinned out. 

Prayerwheels are broken. Sky was overcast. 
The morality heaves out of bush and steps 

up to find a new crisis.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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