Destination What
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.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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