LISTENING

They walk in dreams 
nightmarishly 
spirits of nameless faces 
staring without eyes. 

The screams: 
of a child 
on whom you poured boiling water. 

The screams: 
of a girl made to wear only flesh, because 
she ran away with a priest. 

The screams: 
of a wipped woman 
who tasted the laughing moonlight. 

Death makes a big hole 
in a spooky silence! 
Are you listening?

Satish Verma