Theme: Life


I threw myself in deep slumber
pledging not to play the game for others
and exiled myself within me
after the rebellion.

A realized being,
suffers at the hand of a thorn skull,
learns to be silent,
choking on words
across the pages which are blank.

Immeasurable limits
of space and senses
start a hierarchy
which will breed contempt.

There was a memory,
a suffering of absurdism
I am still caged in.

The kingdom collapses
in brilliance of sun,
the man starts another version
of hate.
Acquires the blood of royal vein
and promises to become
a beautiful cadaver.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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