From The End Poem by Satish Verma
From The End
Hard and brittle,
the cost of sealing the lips
was increasing overnight.
Cleaving the thoughts―
you would not tell,
what do you believe.
I watch in horror. A
planned trajectory has
failed, shielding the tears.
A furore rises. Half―
humans were fighting
with stones.
It will talk, one day
the agony of deathmask,
you did not want to wear.
With maturiy, one's wisdom forsee certain hings inevitable. Yet, circumstances make one to remain lip-sealed. This is life. Realistic write on a real thought. Thanks for sharing.
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4/18/2024 7:38:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful poem on 'suppressed truth' .A suppressed truth may one day turn lethal.