Revelations

Winter topples the 
sting 
of muddled tongue.

The bottle 
breaks the stasis
of eye.

I cede the smile 
of history.
Somebody has left the home.

I become my enemy 
in dark
for the acid taste of truth.

The moon 
had the malignant stain.
My shirt has become dirty.

O god,
I never believed in you
nor in your ugly world !



Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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