Last Freedom

by Satish Verma   Apr 13, 2019


Nurturing,
a leaker on the prowl,
to become glamorous
killer.

The parting,
of ways in a jungle of
principles, life takes
a full turn,

sharply. The ascension
of dark matter,
believes: it’s time has come
to engulf the world.

Realization,
comes very late in acute
labour pains, throwing
up the agenda.

Taking a call
of inevitable, the
dignity holds on to
the fringes of peace.

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