Turnover my secret past <br />I have to dig up my future <br />In the hour of crumbling walls and dark <br />clouds. <br /> <br />Pale moon becomes a beacon <br />in another version of solitude <br />where nobody speaks of sores and premature <br />death. <br /> <br />I stay away from twinkling stars, <br />from the blossoms of traveling night <br />and winds which are moving towards the <br />sky. <br /> <br />Sullied words will go for a conspiracy <br />making a ghost of my garden <br />where seeds are sprouting.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sprouting-seeds/
