SILENCE OF THE DAY / Poem by K. K. Srivastava

Poem by K. K. Srivastava



There is no poem;
I have ceased to pen one.
Days are fast asleep,
Nights keep joining.
Very often I sense pain of death;
So many News channels—
So much misery; so much suffering;
Truth, of late, has been so harsh.
Arguments flourish;
Frozen mouths go berserk
Humanity yells for succor and help;
Let us save the unfinished.
In the kitchen,
My wife talks to herself.
I don’t bother to ask her
Sky is dazed at
Earth’s emptiness.
I see behind me
A long silence.
A barren silence
An endless one.


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