a poem by Feroze Varun Gandhi

Now take from me in the open light
The animation of defeat
The value of darkness and mystery looms
A sound that drowns those not listening
The sea divides into its wrath
In my heart I hear the sounds of the earth
Reaching, raw, like an expanding teardrop
Splashing like the past
Staring at me like a stranger
A man with a broken past
Is a man with a broken heart
The land is a
A burnt spoke
With all the guilt shaken off