Agony
Let me douse this flame
with tears.
My nightingale will sing no more.
Ringed by dragons,
I decide to tie knot with a tempest.
When the birds start dying
the frightened choir becomes dumb.
I wait for the butterfly effect:
the thought was deeper than pain.
Tension arises. I see the face
of a moon. Bound but free.
My security starts a guilt. It was immoral.
The forgetful, yellow bones of
a thin father, with a gift to fathom
the flute, takes hold of the wind.
SATISH VERMA
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