Another Name

by Satish Verma

When postponed, death had no meaning.
It was lying in ambush.
Journey was imperfect without a termination.

Behind the dust was another desire.
Another thumb on the trigger
Starts shooting through the bubble of moon.

Every bone springs to jump
for final galaxy of hidden stars.
Striving was brutal.

Being was dying for life.
Profits of morality on sale.
Fragrance without house.

A memory now invites another name.
Daughter of next life lives hundreds of years in death.
Becoming becomes the fear!

04-Jan-2012

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