Receive Your Children
Law of causality was
seeking answers from the
rites of flowers. Why do a black powder
and glass sharpnels interrupt
the turnover of bliss,
when I held the sacred
lotus in my hand ?
Somebody brings moon
at halt. A loud explosion prepares
the earth for penance, where
we have come raising the bar.
Apparently, a carnage
will deluge the street
with the blood of bystanders.
The planet is dead today
in the belly of violence.
You catch me off the guard.
All night I will go for vigil.
Satish Verma
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