Across The Silence

satishverma

You failed me.
I have started learning
from myself.

The man-made world,
a culture of stinginess-
overtakes the ism.

Confronting the hawks -
you scramble over
the wet shoulders of wounded sex.

In hiding
your own exit rope;
are you thinking to end the solitary confinement?

I will wait
for the suffering to end -
and aurora to rise.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2016 23:42
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 6
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