Theme: Life

Blue Divinity

In situ, 
a pod holds a promise, 
in the wake of a terrorist bomb. 
said a weeping well – 
my bucket is empty again. 

Because of a spin 
in the rainbow 
sky was becoming dark. 
The hand on the trigger was trembling. 
You are praying, 
for a dying god. 

And the golden dust was sprayed 
on the sins, yellow wishes 
to walk on water, killing truth. 
Time was moving very slowly. 

The flame burns low, 
giving out blue divinity, 
for resurrection. 
New born grass under the feet 
was trying to smile.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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