Standing Alone
Hurling the body from a rooftop
for a second life
after death.
An insult to human line.
I have no friend now
in this world.
Stay quiet. The storm is
dying, instead of
bringing down the palace.
Everything looks murkier.
Will you go to sit in
mourning for a broken wheel ?
A begger’s dream ? Will
you open the window
for a last look at the moon.
Satish Verma
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