Celebrating Death

By: Satish Verma

A spider binds them by rivets of hate.
Terror smashes the implant.
Death keeps the secret of arithmetic.
I am trying to find a name.

It was difficult to remain
a true man, with earthly thoughts
and nothing could wipe out the creation
of absurdity.

I accept my fault with a nostalgia
for lost innocence.
Night with oozing darkness
strangles me with a powerful lasso.

I am sleepwalking on the wall
A smell of burning incense
floats in from the other side
Somebody is celebrating death !

SATISH VERMA

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