Troubled Waters

by Satish Verma   Jan 14, 2020

Burning the pages
A daunting task
to rebuild the bruised relic,

of future, which I see
in my dream. This was-
the desire, till
the last flame dies out.

I am not sure of
myself. I will chase
a spider, climbing the
wall. I want to know where

it was heading, carrying
a headless fly, to bury
a spotless name in the
web of mortal threads.


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