Nameless
It was a tragic game
between the scars
and the sword.
The grey sky was the
reluctant witness
of a forgiven rape.
Where the stars weep,
you will find a solar
dip of the neighbourly love.
A candle for the untimely
melt of a gaint glacier,
before the daffodils called.
The marbled smile of
a silent groom, whose bride,
went behind the glass.
Satish Verma
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