satishverma

WHO WAS FAITHFUL?

That yellow moon haunts me again 
and overleaps my sleep. 
I do not dare to walk in the graves 
of your eyes. The palace 
has broken. 

Mere suffering was not sufficient. 
You have to wince with pain 
for a crucified secret, 
dying for a graced truth. 

Snatch me a tear from 
the blind eyes.My precious rags 
will make a sacred thread to wrap 
you on your arm. 

The bruised innocence does not matter 
now.You walk like a prince in every dark 
page of history. Light follows the 
sounds of body.

Satish Verma