A MOON HAS CRASHED
After bending the oracle, there was
participation in voice of grievers.
The child of sun was dead
in arms of nature.
It moves,
when I thought it was stillborn,
the history of mankind. In the saddest day
today, I believe we remained beasts,
same, when we jumped from the trees.
The end of night, the vast darkness was
never near. Love will leave you here
dying in the bush.
How wrongly a home pre-empts, and
drifts from land to land. Without bullet,
without knife you can bring domestic
violence in the lives of innocent sailors.
By satishverma
© 2012 satishverma
(All rights reserved)
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