Theme: Life

Echo

by Satish Verma
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He refused to yield, 
and the stars were burning hot. 
Night was foggy, and the moon was hiding. 
His white, shriveled hands 
held the center of gravity. 
Obsessively he anchored himself 
in the muddled egos and bleeding knives. 

Somebody was shouting that the legend 
was a big fake. 
The pardon will not work. Death was 
still sleeping. They were searching 
the saboteur when the sun went down. 
Winds were in coma. 
The ink rolled back from the warrant. 

Two faces of pain, right and wrong, 
fear and agony, all were him. 
He had nothing to hide, nothing to declare. 
Walked away in the high tide 
in raining abuses, in hurting slogans, 
and found his past, buried deep 
in the ravines, where only the echo comes back.

15-Jan-2012

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