Upright Mirrors

for beheading the raceme three bullets went into the bubbling chest the assassins had come when she was alone with scars on wings she sailed on voices of silence the melody had kissed the moon in night without veil it was dark night for blue hills they killed a bloom of white jasmines why are you upset my love she has gone on orange wheels towards the sun the black sea mourns by throwing the wreaths back on shore to protect the virginity of fishes and waves a bleeding god disowns the green earth SATISH VERMA * On the death of Aryaman Udas, killed by her two brothers for singing melodious songs on stage and TV.