Day Of Anxiety

by Satish Verma   Oct 16, 2018


Between the soft glow of
twilight and moon, it was
cold. For a faithful swan.

*

The black smoke billows
from the rooftops of mud houses.
Time to celebrate a dinner.

*

I will not give up,
though nothing was left to do.
Atleast I can write a poem.

    report violation
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  • 6 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I like that sense of "keep going even though things may be dim". The simple, almost gloomy visuals with the utterance of "I will not give up" almost like a promise to yourself. Sometimes, all we can do is be in the moment, even if we feel helpless.

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