Silence Speaks Loudly

satishverma

It weeps ritual. 

A spiritual walk 
on the spikes. Heartache 
to meet life daily. 

Shadows beat 
on the floor. You wanted 
to catch the sun 
in water filled vessel. 

No silver king, 
no coins. 
You would never worship 
the riches. 

Forest of protests 
grows. Journey steeps 
in pain. 

You come close to edge, 
fall, rise, stand erect 
to face the dark.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2018 19:40
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • Laura🌻

    Common sense will prevail!



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