The lesion was <br />spreading. From <br /> inside, I hear the wails. <br /> <br />Past and present <br />of time, plows <br /> the furrows, in future. <br /> <br />Seeds remain <br />unplanted. I seek <br /> justice from the earth. <br /> <br />Turn off the lights <br />I want to see- <br /> the moon in its full glory. <br /> <br />Someone has left <br />the message for us. <br /> Go out to face the wolves.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-commitment-5/
