Immaculate

satishverma

This calm love like sea,
implodes. The nightmare haunts
you. Why do you want to destroy yourself?

Half man walks like a
candlestick. No flame. Sweetheart
clings you, not to follow the path of violence.

Where is the fearless muse?
The mirror will break. In the last scene.
Nobody wants to die for the moon.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2021 19:52
  • Category: Nature
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    I've read an alarming amount of nihilistic write's this morning
    glorifying life's ending? and your poetry
    is the answer I wish they could all comprehend
    to see how futile it is, to waste life
    assuming nothingness is better, when every road we turn
    and each step, we climb
    shows us greener fields, further from reach and a lilting path
    to a sheer drop, to something even more horrific
    than our laments, keeping us awake all night...!
    'how to reach out and help, anyone
    when life is devalued, with each propaganda: warped breath
    and, our very own safety cocoon society
    convinces us, is all: that's left of future's: hope...?'



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