In Asylum
It heaves you up;
too antsy to stay
on the waves,
inheriting the power-
dynamics of deemed palaces.
Channeling the inner Gandhi
or Buddha to reincarnate
the fragrance of past. Could
have become a golden
era again.
The fraud ! Everthing was
created by a mockingbird.
Are you sure there
was a war cry between
the insects ?
You remind me of ugly
dads fathering a new generation
of unborn myths.Thousands of
witnesses will keep their
eyes shut.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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