RAGING MOON

satishverma

Homecoming under the moon 
devoid of pain. 
When did the clock turned back? 
You are becoming a child. 

My journey opens 
in a dark wound. 
A promise to walk blindfolded, 
when only the footfalls are audible. 

The distance between the homes 
was increasing. 
Your own shadow becomes a stranger: 
mystery of defining the life. 

Living among cannibals, 
aides ready to drag your carcass 
unfolding your truth 
falling in dust. 


Satish Verma

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  • Published: November 28th, 2011 00:49
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