The Goodbye
A marble calm under the shaky gaze
was parsing the human pain. I would
lift the calculated grief from folded earth.
You feel badly bruised and racial war
becomes anathema. Past the age eyesight dwindles,
cannot identify the faces of dead.
O my God ! Bizarred bloated eyes filled
with blood were groping for the fallen walls.
Who had dug the garden with grenades ?
A theme hunger separates the hearts. When
desert was the bed for daughters and sons,
the fathers were shaking with hate.
The shine wears off the love. A different world
under the lids. Miracle does not happen.
We were searching for the doors.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012
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