Theme: Life


Poaching on the brooding landscape 
you crashed while scaling the flame. 
A togetherness became a half-truth. 
How troubled 
I had been for basics. 

Then shifting loyalties for petty things 
you were holding up my soul, 
and I did not move with the changing times. 
For the rivers 
to walk with green trees. 

If the words had the answers 
to rebel against the eternal guilt, 
to beat the death with pain,
for the faded truths. 

My experiments with lies will continue!


More By  :  Satish Verma

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