satishverma

The Hostage

Under siege, 
tied to a bomb─ 
you were talking to yourself. 

The violence inside you 
had beaten you mercilessly. 

The text has dried up. 
Steal a glance─ 

and find out the blood spots 
on the Mars, the god of war. 

The sound in the vase, was becoming louder 
of coins. 

Now you will walk─ 
on my dead body.