Beyond the gaze there is a time zone <br />of rumored agitation <br />when you cannot sleep. <br />You open your eyes quietly to complain. <br /> <br />The caretaker has prepared the shroud. <br />Smoke is rising on the hills. <br />No body walks with you, <br />it is a lone journey, where <br />centuries throw the dust on your hallowed gifts. <br /> <br />The pyramid of signs, symbols, signatures, <br />disappear in penultimate flare. <br />Time to leave the waiting room. <br /> <br />The resurrection will take place now; <br />of fear; of despair; of foot steps in dark. <br />I will hear them, holding my breath. <br /> <br />Landscape will change into valley of tears.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valley-of-tears/
