This was the collective 
fall, unsolving 
the riddle of life. 
In memoriam, I 
light― tens of millions 
of candles for each departed thought. 
Ahead were hard times 
of darkness, I wanted to 
view the world from a cadaver eyes 
after being cheated, robbed 
and abused― 
to be born again with 
a blank book, as a white sheet 
on dust-ridden toes. 
Nobody will know 
that a father was coming home 
to seek the unborn children.
- 
                        Author:    
     
	satishverma (
 Offline) - Published: April 19th, 2019 19:48
 - Category: Nature
 - Views: 26
 - Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
 

 Offline)
			
Comments1
An Exceptional Write!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.