FUTURITY

satishverma

The show is on. 
Sedition will play with death now. 
Deceitful black knives, white gloves. 
No hope, battle lines are drawn. 
The wasps are whirring at a furious speed 
stings ready to inject venom. 

Bronzed body, 
huge turbaned skull. 
Eyes looking beyond you, 
hauls you through slumber 
of ages. The autopsy extracts out a bullet 
fired at close range, poured into chest. 
Death had a party. 

Frilled guns, 
yellow metal 
are ready to kill. 
Extended pain of centuries haunts the future. 
Give me the tearful farewell 
for another ruined journey. 
We will bury the present, forget the past.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2013 22:42
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  • baj-a

    very effective words and well written. the end is so sad and so honest.

  • diamonddagger

    you are one great poet. Your words thrill me. The words jump off the page and create a picture for the reader.



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