Death of a Protest
to celebrate a beautiful sin
on the green lake
a sequelae starts a covetous lust
of white skulls,
discovering oneself was as exciting
as the fondling of breast
for the first time –
innocent graveside, road burning
stretching to throbbing millions
harvesting endless tears ;
inattention of grief
was the punishment of unknown
shredding the veil into bit pieces
the ferocious clawing
tears off the sunset of age.
your jealousy?
bitter screams?
SATISH VERMA
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