Jul 062017


Poorva Trikha

Assistant Professor

GGDSD College, Chandigarh


I stand

at the edge of history,

counting moments in Time

of my heart's defeat at

that instant, that juncture,

where they stood

against me…


Pouring down

the nectar of civilisation

along the throats

that stuffed with cotton,

exhale smoke

of barbaric dystopia…


I talk like a tongue

that has lost its master,

to ears that leap on defences

to restrict these voices,

in favour of unreason.


I roar like a lioness,

to shade in empty bowers

about nights in glade.


When words get worse,

verse gets the words.


I write to lose my story to loss.


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