satishverma

SCARS OF LIFE

Want to shed the knowledge 
far from the strings 
and becoming myself again. 

Can you catch the time 
slipped from your hands 
when you were chasing the tiger? 

Phrases were still burning 
like white phosphorus 
on my forehead. 


Where do I take 
the burden of centuries wasted 
in unnatural drums? 

It was inside you, the violence 
of world, yet you want to survive 
without scars.

Satish Verma