In Trepidation

It was in reach for, 
a chilling sensation. 
           A flame of the moon.

The world shrinks.
You become ready 
           for the direst consequences.

You deserve to be hurt 
in the arms of truancy, 
           without a trace of remorse.

The wounded breast.
It wanted to disappear?
            and come back in dark.

Frozen, the repeat hymn.
It lives in my heart.
How can I forget you,
             O, my tormentor !


Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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