TO LAUGH OR TO WEEP

When the night was swamping him 
with epileptic frame 
he was walking without limbs. 

The awakening was painful. 
Drinking his own blood 
breaking his own bones. 

This largesse was tempting. 
No guaranteed death, 
you will live with grenades. 

Grief was priceless. 
Only nightingale will exercise 
for the fallen miracles. 

He declared at incendiary pyre 
to become a phoenix 
which never was. 

It was an ethical question 
to laugh or to weep. 
Man was made unmade.

Satish Verma