Poetry Collection by Prabhat Verma
My poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song which either arises from a bleeding wound, or from a smiling face.


Like a burnt candle, I have walked on the path of silence.

The fire has extinguished, even the warmth is losing its heat to the frost.

I see the changes come like spring and them vanish like winters.

I wonder what went wrong in heaven's and his scheme of things.

Sometimes, I kill time but such is the sweet revenge when often time kills me.

When I sleep, my desires fly out of my heart into my dreams.

The higher they fly, the bigger they get and the stronger.

First like a lark, then an eagle, them a cloud and then like the sun.

They fill the sky of my dreams with the colours of the rainbows.

I search for horizon, a place where I shall find soul's salvation.

I sink in the sea, that I dig, to reach my destination.


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