Drift Wood

satishverma

This politics of poverty
erupts again,
entrapped in arcane script.
A code of words will find
the fault lines.

Coerced to wait in a
black book, you start forgetting
the rules of game. It hits you
when you were writing
a poem.

At the end of the arguments
a lynx eyed moon walks
on the lake of tears, constructing
a dam of bread, for
a broken promise.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2015 23:46
  • Category: Nature
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