Out Of Way

by Satish Verma   Jan 19, 2021

I do not know,
If it was a religious assault?
to meet god,
face to face?
when my poem was burning.

One tooth broken?
I cannot speak properly. But
my eyes will show my angst,
my unretrieved light
from a tunnel.

Who will find the sun, when
night was sick? And grievers
had gone to dig up a grave?

There was a meaningless pain,
in waiting. The poem was dead.

Day you are in, day you
are out. It was a beauty
to hear nothing.


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