Beginning Of Voyage Poem by Satish Verma
Beginning Of Voyage
A fear stalks you
in the dead city of broken paths.
If god wills.
Listening to truth in golden dawn
you become a stranger.
Where you want to stand
between far-right
and far-left?
I relapse into grief.
Who was not a god….?
Between you and me
what was missing?
Brotherhood?
The silence was heavily
pregnant. No one speaks.
Give me a chance
to look at me.
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I am deaf in a land of tongues. They wag and I nod, dumb. They wave and I am left alone. Alone with the snow and fog that rolls in and out marching the mercury up and down. It matters not. The ice in my veins cannot melt. Cannot sublimate.