Experiments
Poaching on the brooding landscape
you crashed while scaling the flame.
A togetherness became a half-truth.
How troubled
I had been for basics.
Then shifting loyalties for petty things
you were holding up my soul,
and I did not move with the changing times.
For the rivers
to walk with green trees.
If the words had the answers
to rebel against the eternal guilt,
to beat the death with pain.
Fighting
for the faded truths.
My experiments with lies will continue!
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008
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