Mole

By: Satish Verma

Failed in life's backyard,
a journey ends from where
the journey starts.

Accused of annihilating happiness
for the sake of revenge,
remaining alive in a seed,
never becoming a blossom.

Conjugal bed swaps the hunger
for dream of immortality
and killing the joy of burden
for a logical death
of a right to live.

It was a necessity to invent the Almighty
to escape the fear of fatal end.
There goes the methodical judgement
convicting the victim like a mole.

SATISH VERMA

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