EXILED

satishverma

I threw myself in deep slumber 
pledging not to play the game 
for others and exiled myself within me 
after the rebellion. 

A realized being, suffers 
at the hand of a thorn skull, 
learns to be silent, choking on words 
across the pages which are blank. 

Immeasurable limits of space and senses 
start a hierarchy which will breed contempt. 
There was a memory, a suffering of absurdism 
I am still caged in. 

The kingdom collapses in brilliance of sun, 
the man starts another version of hate. 
Acquires the blood of royal vein 
and promises to become a beautiful cadaver.

Satish Verma

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  • Published: January 1st, 2014 22:34
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