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
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