Happy and Sad

By: Satish Verma

I do not know the answer,
For them it was easy to lift the burden
and awaken the music of pain.
I suffered moral inadequacy
to ask for pardon,
or freedom of shadow from guilt.
Nothing was scared, the palms bruised,
they were digging the grave
near the wall of metaphors,
Frail branches of a giant tree
were swooning over the damp soil.
Innocuously I am displaced by irradiance
of untruth in the gash of truth
and become happy and sad again !

SATISH VERMA

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