Paradigms Of Progress

Satish Verma

Becoming something from anything 
was a great bliss of paradigm. 
I take a dip in anonymity. 

You will never know 
where you start a rough patch 
on the road? 

A prehistoric site could not outlive 
the humiliation of proximity to hate. 
Violence chewed the dust. 

My knees give way to anguish of morality: 
horror of captivity of dawn. 
The eyes are going to collapse in endless night. 

Tapping of kernel in hard shell of truth bothers me, 
like a mountain dew under the stone. 
I will destroy the anxiety of grass. 

Death of desire may take place 
Fragrance still devastates the moon.

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Can we ever define what

Can we ever define what touches us most?