Poetry
Peace was like a mirage.
An unbeliever wants to become a believer
without commitment. Do you think is it possible
in the drama played by present day descent ?
The container is broken
spilling out the anguish
of the creator.
All life he was trying
to display what he was not.
But he betrays by accident,
his unfolding of truth,
a wager, losing the game.
Fearless, but afraid of himself only.
Rejected by man of tomorrow
he walks like history, looking through
the remains of existence.
Satish Verma
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