Reticent were moon, sky and birds. <br />A pall of gloom spread on the trees. <br />Stoically I rode on the wings of pain, <br />to watch the descending values. <br /> <br />A timeless truth separates the charm from lies, <br />and I long for the generosity of past <br />which could connect us to future. <br /> <br />A flame burns the eyes. <br />When we took the wrong road? <br />Still the fever is rising. <br /> <br />Gods sneak into our affairs. <br />A firebird flies in the space with long span of shadow, <br />the helpless victim lies in wait, to be dispatched.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sneaking-gods/
