Theme: Life

Moon Struck

I have put the darkness 
behind the burning flesh. 
This world was not very open. 

Stoically I lift the nameless grief 
and take a leap in the blind shaft. 

Morality had always been in contrast 
with enormous guilt. 
The adventure of turbulent life 
was in quest of scraped moments. 

Tender roots come out 
from fallen seeds. 
Of untouched desires. 
Moonstruck I will gather dust. 

Was it not sufficient to live on, 
when past and future were not my part? 
And how forsaken 
was the moon. 

Probability was always certain 
and worship of a new messiah 
a distinct possibility.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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