Anchorite

satishverma

Layer by layer, a pterygium 

was removed to improve the vision.
Eyes did not blink.

The words did not come
on your tongue.
You learned to become a stranger.

A cemetery woke up tonight.
No body was going to put
to sleep in dark.

For peace you die,
living alone with death
in a desert of bullets.

Under the sun
you abandon food for the sake of red ants,
who were going to crawl on your body.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2015 20:23
  • Category: Nature
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