How timeless
You were,
O, violence;
After summary executions.
A climactric battle
Rages on, with self.
Inside you, seeking devastatingly-
The brown earth.
After the black night,
I will wait for a bright
Sun. it is there, feel
Of sharp landing, through the eye of a needle.
Freedom from the legacy
Of legends. Where you were,
There was no traffic
Of crawling truths.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: March 1st, 2017 23:15
- Category: Nature
- Views: 9
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