In Celebration

satishverma

The giant pain was nameless. 
Held captive in 
tearless screaming. 

I have come back in 
my deserted home. 

The sitting peace was unstable. 

Never I will say, 
I do, going outside the 
accepted boundaries. 

No honour killing. 

Misfit for the slot, you were 
making your own sky, where 
you seek liberation 
from twilight zones.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2019 18:52
  • Category: Nature
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  • Neville

    very interesting and thoroughly enjoyed... N



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