Fate Of The Key Poem by Satish Verma
Fate Of The Key
Watching the charred remains
of the toys
you want me to search for another house.
Eventually I decide
to go for a voiceless door.
Who was calling whom?
Eternity hurts me.
I want to come to a stop,
pause for the evening
and climb up the hearse.
A howl is waiting for me
to engulf me in myself.
The blind statement will sit as a judge
and decide the fate of the key.
I cannot open the lock!
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