AUREOLE

Presence of essentia had an urgency

to find the locale of truth in dark matter.

We were heading on the collision course.

 

It was no comfort to have the courage.

Being there, also was not a reality.

The lips were still struggling for the words.

 

Praise for grains of sand on the beach.

There was a sharp decline in the velocity of wind

waves were also dying, weary of the moon.

 

It was not your fault, happiness was too brief.

Desire had the daily death for the empty cup,

from which the millions people drink their peace.

 

Meaningless life had no message to deliver,

Something not done to understand future of fear.

An aureole had been stolen from ancient god!

 

 

SATISH VERMA