Voiceless Calling

satishverma

Fixing the dignity
like a fabulous sarcophagus
you are unsparing in your generosity.

You left one window open
for the saint of wax
to let in the light.

Keeping him alive for –
a fake functionality
to run the community.

There was a long queue
of people to offer the wooden roses
before the wound heals.

Who was eternal in this
vanishing universe? Do-
not stop me of if I start bleeding.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 13th, 2016 23:04
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 37


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