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Moon Rise
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Satish Verma Like burning coals on the tongue
the words smoulder the ardour.
I cannot pursue a thought of untruth
for sake of remainin alive.
The water hole is dry, we turn back
from poetry and greens,
heading towards onother cul-de-sac.
A fear mocks at the face.
About being a human failure preparing
to admit the defeat.
Despair will decide the path!
I always adored a struggle for reality
calmly choosing the self-denial.
Secretly I weave a memory of moon rise
in pitch darkness.
Self-Inventory
Mental health - fair to good, hair loss - creepy, attitude - polluted with now, appetite - on the wild, future prospects - little interest, family and friends - see 'em less than I talk to them; health - 67 going on 80. Yes, self denial is off the menu (but I do lie to myself a lot) :D - a fine write, made me pause - Lady A -