YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Paralyzed Words
He who turns back
to bear the brunt of trajectory
finds a mysterious foul play.
Slanting down, I feel
that everyone was muzzled. I
will ask the stars to shut down.
All desires have become
wants. And anonymous hurts convert
into scars of an unhappy life.
All desires have become
wants. And anonymous hurts convert
into scars of an unhappy life.
How true it is!
Padma,
Hyderabad,
Dec 30, 2021
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Dec 29, 2021