Theme: Life

A Handful of Victories

Where death and exotica meet,
Life stands naked in midst of our sacred hymns,
Shadow fighting is not actuality.

An essay on truth fades.
Someday I will pull down the curtain.
At the end of the road, death waits,
Apologizing for coming unannounced.

A white cloud drifts in our arms.
The deep sorrow walks with us and the empty home,
Now belongs to moonlight.

In nothingness, our achievement claims
A handful of victories, tossing here and there.

The empty words transport the dark lies.
The truth lies bleeding, and we flee from our predictions.



More By  :  Satish Verma

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