MICROPAINS

In troubled times
he just walked away
carrying the antiquity in briefcase….

The new man.
Ending the anonymity of stubbornness,
rejects the yesterday
but I wanted not to be a participant
of terrible decay.

Who will understand? Enough was
the midnight ecstasy,
for in the hour of loneliness
the sentence will be stretched for eternity.

This young history
may try to build a new order
by dirty hands.
Life will give its verdict on death
understand it, when it was not there.

Reason becomes the law if you don’t
alter the purity and a face has a meaning.
The experience never ends
as for as the voice reached micropains.

Satish Verma