Forgotten Hills

by Satish Verma

Again I was giving chase to a mirage.
Wiping off the transient thoughts
oozing from every orifice.

I will sell my dreams today.
Limb by limb,
the naked and brute will buy the bonanza.

For a lost scent, I wandered from moon to moon
flitting past the sky of doves,
and the lonely winds of crowded griefs.

The trampled earth will not soak the joy of burning sun.
The tree and the flowers,
and the seeds falling in a heap went unnoticed.

Now I will go to the forgotten hills
through mist and rains.
Give me some more pain,
it makes me move faster.

17-Mar-2012

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Comments on this Poem

Fantastic sir !

flame
19-Mar-2012 08:23 AM

Beautiful composition!

Kanchan Bhattacharya
18-Mar-2012 23:03 PM