TEMPTATION

After running for the flesh, 
why did you make a home for the death? 
Was it a reverence 
for buying the peace? 

Or fear of uncertainty 
and suspense in the bosom of pain? 
The panther was only thirsty, there was 
no need to shoot him. 

I will fight the war 
on my own terms, in defence of liberation. 
In moment of defeat, there 
will be celebration of truth for homage to a truce. 

Give me some reason to die.

Satish Verma