22 december 2019

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

What Was Left

A veiled threat,
a muffled cry. It was not human.
 
No beast, no monster
yet unhuman.
 
The feel of wolf's
lair, was there in dark.
Anything would happen.
 
You wanted to become
a self-proclaimed divine Being.
Yet, you were not a god.
 
A black pit opens. Do not shout.
The clogged artery had bursted.
 
I give you back your city
you can scale the high wall
and jump into eternity.

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