Oversighting
With shaking hands
you give a fatal push
to the old year.
*
Inner turmoil
falls through the cracks
of your persona.
*
A troubled past
wants you to end the slavery
of sleeping, between birth and death.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
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