The Fall

You were starving the words
to commit the waves of hunger.
What I wanted was a patch of shade
under an olive grove.

No intrusion. It was a miscarriage
of justice. We were searching the -
missing links between the years
of misunderstandings.

We sell our gods and move on
unquietly to understand the-
lament of middle of the road, when
sun was nestling in the clouds.

It was Fall. Fall of vanity, fall of
integrity. Fall, fall-
my pride, my tears. The season
was changing.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2015 00:12
  • Category: Nature
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  • Ken

    Well said.

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