Was it a spiritual failure of a man
to become an animal effortlessly ?
and how difficult it was
to change the street’s crowd ?
In the human drama
no dialogue ends. It begins again
and the hero replays the tragedy.
The fight between one versus many
continues endlessly,
like jungle’s law
where a body is thrown to beasts.
Though I have run out my steps
I will count the miles, I have to scramble.
My hands tremble when I write the
epitaph of a dying light on mount.
It is getting dark now.
Saturn will shortly rise.
SATISH VERMA
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June 11th, 2008 at 3:13 am
Very beautiful, I feel sadness and some verses are wonderful.
In the human drama
no dialogue ends.
Was it a spiritual failure of a man
to become an animal effortlessly ?
and how difficult it was
to change the street’s crowd ?
tahnks to you
yann