To delegate death,
a mirror condenses the human sorrow
with an unclouded
penury.
The suffering competes
with debt and pain,
to find the difference between
just and unjust.
Prayer was not the full answer
to cross the beyond
of starvation.
A parasitic twin always rides
on your shoulder.
That infant of sun lied on earth
in the afterwords.
I heard someone crying
between the names.
Satish Verma
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: December 30th, 2013 22:36
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