Theme: Life


Word by word I was drinking 
your fathomless pain, 
not asking to shine 
any prehistoric sin. 

You are still flying straight as the crow flies 
into timeless grief. 

Why we have to suffer in the hands 
of tiny barbs? 
Who will outlive the wits of ancient insects? 
The jungle is spreading far and wide. 

With infinite patience 
I have been watching the world go by 
carrying the pulp of intelligence. 

This knocks me down, 
the betrayal of blue sky. 
A black hole is widening 
in the sniffling cosmos, 
flooding the desires of flesh. 

On dust I sit frightened. 
Where are we heading?


More By  :  Satish Verma

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