Forced Tragedy

Forced Tragedy

A Poem by Satish Verma
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You loosen the grip and let go the bank.

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You loosen the grip 
and let go the bank. 
After throwing itself on the 
burning pyre, the phoenix 
has failed. It will― 
not rise from the ashes. 
An agonizing script 
unfolds. In a visceral moment, 
I was scared. Life, till natural death. 
What do I do now? Words 
do not help. Stop doing anything? 
A void becomes a voice. 
You become whole. 
Living precariously, thinking 
becomes a tree. The roots 
will feed the heart. 
A songbird reminds me. 
Time to salute the dawn.

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Added on November 27, 2018
Last Updated on November 27, 2018
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