Numbness
The sound of animosity
wakes you up.
There was a shadow war.
The ethnic otherness,
when you were ditching
the sermons, the adjectives.
Will you accept the
atrocity of nouns who keep
on inviting the fat spiders ?
The vision has failed.
I don’t find any cue
to the nests of sparrows.
Ah, the booming guns.
But I was talking
to Sisyphus.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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