A Crowd Pyramid
It was a very ordinary day
uncelebrated.
A nephrite sits on the flanks,
I gravitate between smile and tears.
What will happen,
had not happened earlier,
moon will walk away from the sun,
to sit in dark
unhealed and unsutured.
It was the day of son
of the soil,
beheading by a sword the language and speech.
How can you divide the sky,
the trees, the rivers ?
And the flock descends on the chairs
to watch the art of decapitation.
Satish Verma
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