Walls

By: Satish Verma

Moving in a circle whole life,
You return to the old walls.
A primeval fear makes you run for the shade.
Awakening dawns.
Betrayal of an oasis makes the desert,
Decorate a skeleton.
Time will sweep the foot prints.

Only hate makes the mind sharper.
Why the love has died ?
The grief cannot tell the answer.
Broken pieces of a home litter the street.
One moon thing is also not bright.
Uncertainty pecks at the sensitivity.
I rip open the puzzle to deal with the fire.

Anxiety becomes my love.
Existence in archeology.
The dance of molecules in brain
Gives a humiliating defeat to hope.
Still the water flows throwing,
Up the salt on bank.
I move shakingly picking up,
The shells beneath the feet.

Satish Verma

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