satishverma

UNDERSCORING

A distraught moon 
takes a misstep 
and goes behind the hill 
to take a holy bath. 

Disconnects 
with a trespasser 
and sends to night, 
a bouquet of stars with muffled prayers. 

Shades of lies haunt, in flames 
of faith. A suicide bomber ploughs 
through a playground, throwing the bits 
of human pieces on nets. 


Satish Verma