This world was too much. <br />in him. <br />Sometimes he wanted <br />to go insane. <br />(He was talking to himself) . <br /> <br />He cared too much <br />of things and people around him, <br />but it splits <br />like a dry pod, the life, <br />in throes of running <br />to save a falling seed. <br /> <br />Yields his whole earned silence, <br />starts turning the pages <br />of a soiled book <br />lost in the attic of grief.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-seed/
