satishverma

I TRUST

When the hate began 
subordinating, 
where were you? 
O! 

My clothes were on fire. 
When you climbed the lips, 
words were livid on tongue: 
beyond the earth and sky, 
water and air, 
fire! 

You stutter? 
Speak not truth. 
I don’t exist; 
my flesh has become food 
red meat, 
dirty orchid! 

I will forget me! !

Satish Verma