LOSING AGAIN

by Satish Verma   May 19, 2014


If erupts again -
the eternal hate of caucuses.
A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley.

Death glides as a superman
like a mutiny in the bowl.

Night stumbles against the kissing moon
on the shore of waning hope.

I will not mourn for my color
I am still nursing a grief.

Walking alone in the shadow of walls
to unhear the screams of dawn.

Satish Verma

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  • 9 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    I will not mourn for my color
    I am still nursing a grief.

    ^^This couplet stood out for me. Throughout the write I like the emotions and the imagery that went along with it. A moving write.

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