You were sitting on a honeycomb <br />I wanted a life <br />without stink or stain. <br />Intently staring at every celebration <br />listening to every sound, <br />and warding off the hissing reptiles <br />near my ladder. <br /> <br />Nature, I do not want to fight with. <br />Grief brings psoriasis, <br />the eternal itch and restlessness. <br />I scream at every red patch, <br />my unreadable pain forgets the date. <br /> <br />Mutism was not the answer <br />to protect the purity of tongue. <br />Silence was not a golden word. <br />Without becoming hoarse <br />one can shout to tell the dimensions.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dimensions-3/
