24 july 2016
Where He Was
Meditation was futile.
He turned his back
from the green prayers.
The state had made a mockery of his love.
The words were not clear
written on the periphery of pain.
He fathered
dust to dust, his light
folded his trembling hands,
lying on jaundiced bed.
Syntax was rising.
He stood alone amidst landmines
malice for none, beast and history.
The stones were falling from sky.
The punished was partaking the blows,
where he was
others were absent.
28 march 2024
It Is Getting DarkSatish Verma
27 march 2024
NarcyzJaga
27 march 2024
2703wiesiek
27 march 2024
To były piękne dniabsynt
27 march 2024
Drobiazgi.Eva T.
27 march 2024
Wearing The Crown Of ThornsSatish Verma
26 march 2024
Margo5absynt
26 march 2024
2603wiesiek
26 march 2024
Good ByeSatish Verma
25 march 2024
NaturalnieJaga