‘...Roots That Clutch...'
You know I do not hope
any intermission,
between life and death.
My path goes nowhere.
A hiatus between the mirrors has questions.
From childhood I was always
floating between the meanings
of lessons unknown.
I longed for straight humilities.
Present redeems the past.
Each sound leaves an echo
and has-been becomes the shrine of peace.
ad infinitum I will wait
for the primitive blood
to reappear, the truth of
midnight sin.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2009
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