Fading Glory Poem by Satish Verma

Fading Glory



You want to cover your
amnesia. Death
has no other color.

How far you will go
to retrieve
the sensibility?

Time does not sit idly.
Undeniably your foe―
poisoning the well.

Sky was overcast and
sends misty rain.
Have the heart-leaves and moon-seeds.

The history concedes.
Molybdenum was god,
initiating life on earth.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016
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