Self- Annihilation

Folder: 
Satish Verma

The other side of life behind the barbed 
future 
where they were seeking gratifications, 
I was entering the past, without pretention. 

Time will cleanse the mutation. I will 
be breaking the god’s boundaries. A theme 
of nobility has lot of troubles. 
If I were poaching on death, that was unintentional, 
life seeks a revenge on being denied 
a place in sun. I will drink my own 
pain. 
My ashes are not meant for praise 
They are to be strewn around on hills 
whom I could not climb. 

Only the fragrance of wild flowers will 
bring back that cool goodbye.