Singing In Dark

satishverma

Will I know you― 
by unknowing myself in bleak― 
moments of giving 
wings to you? 

Raising your legacy; losing 
my words, I block 
a masterstroke. Something 
was wrong. I was walking alone. 

Disrobing a covered 
statue, the anguish of 
incorrectness hangs. 

Enduring a song of― 
drums, calling the sun from clouds 
for a wounded earth. 

What was truth 
in jungle of beasts? Any 
humming left on the lips of trees?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 25th, 2019 19:57
  • Category: Nature
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