A MOON HAS CRASHED

After bending the oracle, there was 
participation in voice of grievers. 
The child of sun was dead 
in arms of nature. 

It moves, 
when I thought it was stillborn, 
the history of mankind. In the saddest day 
today, I believe we remained beasts, 

same, when we jumped from the trees. 
The end of night, the vast darkness was 
never near. Love will leave you here 
dying in the bush. 

How wrongly a home pre-empts, and 
drifts from land to land. Without bullet, 
without knife you can bring domestic 
violence in the lives of innocent sailors.

Satish Verma