a poem by Rohit Verma

“Born with a silver spoon”
People said so
Pal called me lucky
Fortunate heavenly shower at my toe.

Shakespeare mocked the human kind
With the seven stages of life
Made us a joker
In the coliseum of ridiculous life

Something comes in-
What goes out
Five acts or seven acts
Existential is the play

Message goes out to progeny-fear Jesus
His existence is dependent!
Why look up to it

Day is exhausted
Again a dawn breaks
Waiting still- Lost in the eternal blue
For that ethereal sight