MANIA

satishverma

Keep the paper blank, 
do not write anything new. 
Words were abducted earlier also 
Let the truth speak from the folds 
of dying clocks. 

Fauns were searching the human 
abodes for fake currency of truth. There 
was no method in their method. Do you 
find a pride in their attacks? A strange 
militia had joined hands with sleep mafia. 

My soul colours the half-black berries. 
The sum will not eat them. 
Father was beaten in war of tricks 
I still follow the laws of kindness 
in filling the extended empty cups.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 31st, 2011 21:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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