Theme: Life

Fate of Man

The roses you bring every morning
become an interval between hope and ending.
Thinking about it,
impulsively I contradict God against humanity.
Little murder here and there of nihilism,
sweet smell of faith,
taking any road to reach the climax,
to die for the zeroism.

An outsider becomes the altered hero,
you would find the unimaginable,
lamenting and bleeding,
blunting the eagerness, the spark.
We will inherit the crowned homes,
the brief interlude between crime and award.
The mud, the water, the slugs will decide the fate of man.


More By  :  Satish Verma

Views: 1418     Comments: 0

Name *
Email ID
Comment *
Verification Code*

Can't read? Reload

Please fill the above code for verification.