A Drowned Man
Stark naked reality was a,
thorn in flesh,
for my collective innocence.
A brutal reminder
of war with truth.
Light that does not spread
in my dark eyes.
Time for me to act for the sake of smile.
Into the dark I move
with premonitions staggering in solitude.
To break the silence,
affinities with lights are gone.
Black clouds hang on the moon.
Need to know the unfathomable grief.
Again my thoughts travel,
to unravel the mystry.
Why lights form
the snarled shadows of fear?
The winds do not agree.
Tranquility will be writ on the face of,
a drowned man,
if he comes on the surface.
SATISH VERMA
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