Theme: Life

Brutal Time

by Satish Verma
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Innocent inside the circle,
you reached nowhere.
Dirty hands on the knob
kept the century locked.
Carbon footprints were deepening
under the sun,
blue bird circling in vain.
The jealous moon exiled to black hole.
The dust of the brutal time
settles on the umbrella.
I am shivering.
The lies, the religion, the horrible facts
smell of the million deaths.
Who mode the tapestry of violence
into boneless truth and hairless legs of prayers?
Freedom escapes through the scrolls of flames.
 

18-Jan-2012

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