Strange it looks,
some one crying on winning a race.
He was o loser and a victor.
After such a long fight,
what is left on a banished field ?
broken skulls and roaring laughter,
Everything was crushed under falling snow
of ruthlessness.
And over the fire hangs a skeleton
of past.
The real truth again hides in the
Survivor’s eyes.
There is no witness of any crime.
The court adjournd and the symbolists
rejoice.
Justice has come for a sale.
The highest bidder will get the chair
now
Now will begin the layered aches
in heart.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
symbolists, natural disasters, on work
Form: ABC
The music
of colour
in symbolic
forms
and
mystic
legend in
the wellspring of
dreams
Categories:
symbolists, art, people,
Form: Ekphrasis