From the ramparts of a castle <br />a wallflower jumps. <br />A lynch mob discovers a prehistoric sex. <br />Silent roots crossing the deniability <br />endorse a fluid dynamics <br />of a scandal. <br /> <br />The fascination of a fairy tale makes <br />a lover seek the revenge. <br />He hates, he strikes, but fails to impress <br />the horizon beyond the galaxies. <br />Black laughters of fake seers <br />make an entry to plunder the stars. <br /> <br />A tremor in the voice betrays <br />the ambushed faith. <br />Now where to go, find the peace of death? <br />Time’s white hands are snarled in pain; <br />cannot write the elegant script <br />of surrender.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/labyrinths-2/
