Blinking Lights

satishverma

I let it go, sometimes 
my unborn poem― 
listening to my 
wilderness inside. 

Spreads the pain in 
every cell. I welcome 
the poison proffered to me. 

Life becomes a message to me 
of no return. You 
can only move forward, towards 
the edge― 
joining the family. 

A forest grows in― 
you, when you fail to 
curtsy the black verses 
of white days. 

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  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 25th, 2019 19:03
  • Category: Nature
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