satishverma

VEILED INFERNO

Take it to the doors of heart: 
features are same, 
of whores and nuns. 

Small steps, big hands 
move towards the blood-gates of ropes 
to pluck the thorns from books. 

Tomorrow was yet to come. 
Today it is bloodbath 
in river of slogans 

Afterword was mine. 
The candle will burn for whole night 
in different colors. 

Who was outsider 
in the shivering crowd? 
Let everybody shed the mask

Satish Verma