Pain of Sky

By: Satish Verma

PAIN OF SKY

Let us think deeply
and delay the departure
for the search of oneself
in man.

It is a long journey
through the anonymity,
soul searching,
shreding greed and desire.

Nobody is going to be cohesive
till thought knows the meaning of self.
Between true and false
we have to find the rival.

The crescent moon follows the coffin
of night in a crowd of stars.
The philosopher has been defeated
in creating the certainty.

The history goes into amnesia,
we recall the secret pain of sky.
I am the end and I am the beginning
in the forest of unchosen designs.

SATISH VERMA

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