10 May, 2011

PEACE

Be with me 
in this zone of pain. 
My poems was walking 
through me. 

The flute I broke, 
in the river of silence. 
Someone was whispering 
to me in sleep. 

Why this desire of awakening 
in darkness, 
when light was waiting 
at the window?

Satish Verma

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