Lunar Eclipse

Turn the corner and you will find, some dark figures huddled together under the rains of words. In a fractured embrace. One chunk of floating pain falls on you. The assassin had come quietly. A song was knifed today. Turn off the lights. A smeared moon will rise tonight in earth’s shadow. Now hashish eaters were coming, now hashish eaters. Unnoticed, disconnected, stinging. From olive to bleeding heads, poetry to prey. The koel will not sing tonight. Satish Verma