Torments Of The Day Poem by Satish Verma

Torments Of The Day



Your fear. It hovers,
filling the emptiness. Am I going
to knee, midway at the waterhole?

There was no difference
between humans and their ancestors..
Why does the man break? Put out the fire.

The beauty of darkness
invites the Orpheus. Can your
recitative will save us one day?

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