30 october 2014
Dirty Mirrors
Life may mean anything to you, but
I refuse, to become a utility.
Come, let us face the death of time.
We were whisked away,
had taken a wrong turn,
and when battle lines were drawn,
the guns were not ready.
Dirty mirrors always complained of a bad weather.
Today I will go for a long journey,
to get the gifts of peacocks from green trees.
I want to listen to their grievances whole night.
Humanity stinks when infected hands
handle the peace. I splash the truth
on your face,
to see the sun clearly.
Satish Verma
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