The only choice was
to lose the hope
and unfollow your path.
A thinner moon
would decide, how cold
was lonely night.
A fear wears
the face of a beast to
freeze the blood in veins.
The lesser school
of learning, picks up the truth
from the streets.
I will wait.You don't
throw the challenge, I squirm
in your inertia.
The flames go up
in blue smoke.
Satish Verma
to lose the hope
and unfollow your path.
A thinner moon
would decide, how cold
was lonely night.
A fear wears
the face of a beast to
freeze the blood in veins.
The lesser school
of learning, picks up the truth
from the streets.
I will wait.You don't
throw the challenge, I squirm
in your inertia.
The flames go up
in blue smoke.
Satish Verma
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