THE INDOMITABLE

satishverma

Till last moment, life can produce a meaning. 
Of sky, stars and space between darkness and light. 
I am not going to weigh the burden 
and insult the how of impossible, 
so much is still to finish. 
I am not going to commit suicide. 

Are there any takers of grass, of moon 
and scented winds? 
the borderline is very vague between 
ecstasy and depression. 

A bit of silence, a patch of sunlight 
I drink my cup from the tranquil hands. 
I am water, I am fire 
The fear is not going to dissipate me.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2013 23:36
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