Ancient Pain

By: Satish Verma

Face of a man
struck in the fissure of an apocalypse
does not bear the consequences
of becoming a god
of deaf and mute.

I am pouring in all my awareness.
Captive of desire and drift,
where are we heading for ?

Idols of straw
watching the human failure
day in, day out.
who wants to die ?

My ancient pain
rises again to disturb me.

SATISH VERMA

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