Did not make anything <br />out of himself. He was afraid <br />from depth to depth. <br /> <br />Muzzled lock had hidden the keys. <br />Shadow of door loomed large <br />on silence, now touching <br />nothingness. <br /> <br />Lips move without sound. <br />Eyes become dumb. Hands were misguided, <br />cannot hold the pen. <br /> <br />Mobs with fire bombs <br />waiting to ambush at night <br />ignite the cart. Nowhere to go now. <br /> <br /> <br />Golden leaves tout the era. <br />I am emptied of peace, <br />my vessel devoid of feverfew.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/devoid-of-feverfew/
