Lifeboat

By: Satish Verma

Between right and wrong,
confusion makes a frontal attack
on conscience. I search for a human scope
between stones and dialogues.

Larger than the life was death of pursuit.
Parting of ways was imminent;
while the summer was playing its tune
and sun was piling up sand on sand.

It was heat of arguments
which was furtively trying to kill the antimatter.
The descent was steep for the truth.

A crescent moon is rising
in the blue sky of eastern horizon.
I think of crusades and symbols;
cannot close my window.
My tears have become indifferent stars
scattered on the tremulous sea.
Lifeboat is sailing.

SATISH VERMA

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