Beyond the self, <br />is the freedom, unchained dawn, <br />I am in a crowd of voices. <br />Lifted by songs, <br />a bruised truth becomes a rose. <br />Choice was limited, <br />I desired silence, middle path in night, <br />under the lunar ecstasy. <br /> <br />Nowhere to go <br />I searched for tranquility, peace and light. <br />Failing hopelessly. <br />Love migrates back to old memories. <br />White days are pruned, <br />I would say the mirror was wrong. <br />I did not choose my life. <br /> <br />Dream of final <br />release was extraordinary <br />grandeur of pink moon <br />hanging on the trees, <br />the divine shower. <br />Life did not alter the genes, <br />it shifted the flow. <br />Untitled monument was submerged.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-monument/
