The ashes will come back <br />in mauve, <br />in furrowed face of hunger. <br /> <br />I will wait for the clouds <br />to welcome <br />the blue flames. <br /> <br />I was the one <br />to walk on time <br />and squeeze the truth <br /> <br />for finding the essence of life, <br />to know the goodness, <br />of the ills of neighbourhood <br /> <br />via fake creations. <br />When a gull walks on the grass <br />I call the sun<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lofty-peaks/
