Aloneness of Fire
He was asking for, at least,
a passive euthanasia.
Rage or hostility
was giving pain to phantom limbs.
Race puts forth,
a trembling version
of ethnic choice.
A piped dream
which never took off.
On middle of the road
a dragon rumbles,
hissing flames.
Something not on the left
not on the right.
Cannot keep the sky open.
Nothing moves now,
not even leaves of a lone tree.
There was a random cry
unheard in the aloneness of fire.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008
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