Satish Verma
Where The Road Ends
Since you knew, ―
it was going to cast a shadow.
I let the question hang in air.
Death was known, ― only to man?
My suffering begins today. Adding―
my two cents, I go wild. Too few
white blood cells cruising in the veins.
Like lightning strike― I put myself
in harm’s way.
Bright yellow―
the gold and fire, absolutely opaque
decimating the drooping primula.
Impulsive, ― I raise the lid
of blazing rage. A divine exposure.
A millennium melts
beneath the carpet of snow.
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