Theme: Life

Millennium Celebrating

I was ready to board the ship 
laden with terror on mortal waves. 
The patriarch was dying inside 
the sleeve of hidden rocks. 

Hope and death, 
death and hope 
flicker in dark. What if the blasts 
start again in the cool air? 

The planks lick the salt of earth. 
Lipless mouths cannot speak. 
Departure of sun was blameless, 
unanswerable to human wails.

17-Jul-2011

More By  :  Satish Verma

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