A Pilgrims Dilemma
alone with your fears
counting your missteps, you want to get rid
of smell of bodies from a wheelbarrow,
circumstances were breaking the raw ethnic
borders, come brother come, listen
Mars was hesistant to come near the earth –
the pungent eyes, do not flow, perhaps
the bare chested night will sing for flowers
who did not insult the sun, shedding their
petals became dried seeds to be thrown
in inferno of hatred and anger to burn
like lighted candles of centuries –
i do not want to send curse for anybody
in this terrible land of goodbyes
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2011
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