Listening
They walk in dreams
nightmarishly
spirits of nameless faces
staring without eyes.
The screams :
of a child
on whom you poured boiling water.
The screams :
of a girl made to wear only flesh, because
she ran away with a priest.
The screams :
of a wipped woman
who tasted the laughing moonlight.
Death makes a big hole
in a spooky silence !
Are you listening ?
SATISH VERMA
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