satishverma

LOSING AGAIN

If erupts again – 
the eternal hate of caucuses. 
A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley. 

Death glides as a superman 
like a mutiny in the bowl. 

Night stumbles against the kissing moon 
on the shore of waning hope. 

I will not mourn for my color 
I am still nursing a grief. 

Walking alone in the shadow of walls 
to unhear the screams of dawn.

Satish Verma