Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation
when you cannot sleep.
You open your eyes quietly to complain.
The caretaker has prepared the shroud.
Smoke is rising on the hills.
No body walks with you,
it is a lone journey, where
centuries throw the dust on your hallowed gifts.
The pyramid of signs, symbols, signatures,
disappear in penultimate flare.
Time to leave the waiting room.
The resurrection will take place now;
of fear; of despair; of foot steps in dark.
I will hear them, holding my breath.
Landscape will change into valley of tears.
Satish Verma
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Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)
Reviewed on August 22, 2011
We have here met a four crying to benign ... still the sun though it bakes down cannot dry this "valley of tears"... unless she meet the moon's caress and night itself is drowned by day. Hushabye your insomniac prayers, may wayward breezes take your cares. Just some thoughts your poem invites, may happier days bring happier nights.
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