FALLING SEED

satishverma

This world was too much. 
in him. 
Sometimes he wanted 
to go insane. 
(He was talking to himself) . 

He cared too much 
of things and people around him, 
but it splits 
like a dry pod, the life, 
in throes of running 
to save a falling seed. 

Yields his whole earned silence, 
starts turning the pages 
of a soiled book 
lost in the attic of grief.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2014 22:29
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