Future Hides
It should not have come early;
the death, had insulted the terrible suffering.
Shadows were lengthening.
I wanted to live
in infinite nothingness
of the wrong time.
Hope was not
a perforated dimension,
it was my religion.
When nobody was there
truth was walking with me.
A strange tragedy
was visible only to me.
The future hides in my face.
The terror is too much
with us. No frown of earth
defies the questions of past.
poem by Satish Verma
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