Theme: Life

Connect The Prophets

Outside me was a howling light tracing a path.
Ending the struggle of abstract thoughts.
The night was full of hidden flares.
The day was a luxury, full of exclusiveness.

We must not cry.
The wounds turned up like fireflies in dark.
I groped in my inner expanse to know what was not.
My fears were agitating.
Perhaps the unknown was unfolding a sad chapter.

Time always turned back.
I joined the circle of heels.
Ultimately the crowd thins out.
The soul strips to the bone.
The void heals the grief, and the twisted roots, connect the prophets.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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