DEATH OF A PROTEST

to celebrate a beautiful sin 
on the green lake 
a sequelae starts a covetous lust 
of white skulls, 

discovering oneself was as exciting 
as the fondling of breast 
for the first time – 

innocent graveside, road burning 
stretching to throbbing millions 
harvesting endless tears; 

inattention of grief 
was the punishment of unknown 
shredding the veil into bit pieces 

the ferocious clawing 
tears off the sunset of age. 
your jealousy? 
bitter screams?

Satish Verma