The Tango
Lips tremble
like sentinels
when legs burn like candles
whole night,
in the pocket a grenade explodes ;
a girl gets raped in broad day light
to receive a compensation
under a leaky roof of frozen hunger :
the emptiness in bed
stirs a grain, a deemed birth of catastrophe
one classical tragedy begins
a lighthouse shuts when the ship sinks,
let us go on the bank to find the needles –
to start a dialogue with the moon,
when the tide comes
it will throw some heroes
SATISH VERMA
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