Before I leave
I will give you my gift
to perceive the human anguish.

Time had passed like a snake
noiselessly, skipping the years
I grieved.

The solace of harvesting the dreams
was thin.
A terrible shadow of a futile
creation.

Hopes always lied
hollowed by anesthesia of truth.
A surrogate womb trims
the love.

My garden was always green.
Howling was generating the heat.

SATISH VERMA

5 Responses to “HOWLING”

1. yann rolland Says:
   June 12th, 2008 at 9:08 am

   Ouah it is very beautiful, Enjoyed it.

   yann

2. oxygon Says:
   June 12th, 2008 at 12:02 pm

   A beautiful lyric, Satish! I like the imagery and use of metaphor.

   Art

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   June 13th, 2008 at 3:25 am

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