Discovery Poem by Satish Verma
Discovery
As I accept the verdict,
the dead-soul beast―
jumps up, draws out the sword
and starts cutting the drift. You shout,
wake up from a nightmare.
The words had betrayed. Vowel
harmony was gone. Voice hoarse, you
stammer, accusing the city, the country
the century.
It was consensual. The suicide pact.
Cloth and body, print and color.
Paper and pen, bed and grave. The
moon had kicked out the feline.
The insomnia, now rules. You
start counting the sins. No stress,
no indecency, sleeping with
dead poems. A big explosion changes the fonts.
You go into long sleep.
The insomnia, now rules. You start counting the sins. These are the unavoidable companions in the evening. Thought provoking write. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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4/19/2024 12:35:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The insomnia now rules. Oblivion comes from the very bottom of tranquility. We should accept it, hug it like mother's beneficial hand her infant otherwise we should tolerate the tumult that it may causes afterward. insomnia is perhaps the true sign of going to land of peace and get rid of conscernings and occupations of mind. Thanks dear verma for sharing your beautiful and nice poem.