In Darkness

satishverma

Talking to Morpheus 
when moon was asleep. 

I was not guilty of 
waking you up. 

In splinters, the man 
goes deaf and dumb. 

A violin was thrown 
on the track to stop the music. 

Death becomes a finger, 
points at you. 

The rodes become blind. 
There was no D-Day for exit.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2019 20:00
  • Category: Nature
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