Moments of Inertia
I asked the suicide bomber,
“why you want to throw yourself
to your death
scattering arms and legs ?”
A beautiful moon
then,rammed into a golden lake
to find the secret age of
a wee god.
I felt the colossal waste
and said, look within first
and then cross the river
of arguments.
Like a diamond ring
I wear the truth of morning sun.
My heart will ask, what was
the role of night in draping
the stars around the deceiver.
Satish Verma
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