Faith was not taking him <br />near the truth. <br />Staring at reason <br />his inner self became a burden <br />on the whispering road. <br /> <br />They were going to exhume <br />the body of the martyr <br />for finding the ethos of hope <br />invoking the afternoon sun <br />to guide them in dark. <br /> <br />So the blood had a terrible <br />celebration of alienation <br />generating the heat of hate <br />not for the proud mother <br />who was grieving. <br /> <br />Time will not forgive <br />for the murder of green eyes. <br />The masses are rising <br />like a turbulent sea <br />riding through the tears.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-eyes-5/
