Shadows
A raw feeling. I am
still naked under my
skin, from riches to rags.
A catharsis. The tears don’t
wear the faces.
It was a life time journey.
You reach back to point zero,
from where you had started.
The filth, the dirt. The selling
of a religion, were still there.
My committments tend to fail.
I scramble to swallow the
crash, the withered-
spaces. A baby lost in the
jungle of holy books.
Your name is no more your
own. You become anonymous.
You never threw the stone.
A riot has started in proxy.
Satish Verma
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