satishverma

A LIFELONG JOURNEY

On the night when vessel 
was empty 
grackle did not sing. 

For the sake of honey, 
smelling a dead city, after 
the rape of a daughter. 

A black buck jumps on the 
queen of roses, stoned after 
the death of a green house. 

A python had wrapped around 
the child on bed, 
come, save the red crying moon. 

A soft drizzle wets the eyes. 
I can see only stars - 
disturbed by the winds.

Satish Verma