satishverma

THE CALLER

After breach in tolerance 
one peeled truth becomes incendiary. 
Afraid of the known: 
pitched against 
unknown. 

Dying young with stiff upper lip, 
the grief, 
was not curtained enough. 
The malignant spread, 
refused to retract a name from the epitaph. 

Greed overtook 
by calculation, 
powerful thrust to run the winds, 

the virgin grass will not surrender. 
Lethal on the move, a humble shout 
was nearer to god.

Satish Verma