A grandson sails through the century <br />jumps into the chair of grandfather <br />and revokes the death penalty <br />for the iconoclast who refuses to be alive. <br /> <br />A truth should be deemed again <br />to find the mystery of death. <br />Between man and divinity <br />lies the fiction <br />which no body wants to write off. <br /> <br />Green goes the sea in full moon <br />the earth has a debt to pay. <br />Sometimes you walk a long distance <br />to know when the sun will rise. <br /> <br />Unchanged remains the odor of wind. <br />The chest feels the punch <br />fetching the burden of roaring sounds <br />in the domain of soundless solitude. <br /> <br />The grandfather is lifted by untainted words. <br />Still swallowing the emotions <br />the peacocks on a tall tree scrambling, <br />scream in unison.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revocation/
