A TEAR DROP

Dying daily in eternity 
for it to be, 
a tear dropp held all the pain of life. 
You were lost in words, 
between the phrases 
time was in, time was out. 

The color, the theme was fading, 
a seduced century 
contriving the reasons to commit 
the destruction of self-being. 
I was struggling to empty my mind 
completely. 

To remain human in the loneliness 
of ruins 
I want to walk straight.

Satish Verma