One Day

A repressed scream.
Someone breaks the head.
I was hitting the wall.

The rape hurts.
Withers away the dam.
River was changing the course.

It was very pompous;
the benign torture. No
more I belong to this world.

And the dilapidated
houseboat floats on the lake
to collect the immersed-

bones of ancesters. A 
door opens. The poem prints
the pain of centuries.


Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Madappattu Avatar
December 15, 2013 at 11:02 AM
WONDERFUL....stark and dark images....all the best
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