Splitting the Night
Pillage started,
when there were anti-answers.
The trapped light-
wanted to be
released,
from brutalism.
When you were
nearly drowned,
in the multitude of questions,
joining the palms,
you collect the moments
of solitude.
You drop a key
in the ocean.
Its imprint swims
to the other side of shore.
You felt lonely
stars said,it is time for us to leave.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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