UPRISING

Empty hands were trying to collate 
the fallout after the trigger moment 
invited the unwelcome guest 
wearing explosive vest. 

It gives a push to throw away the paper 
and I walk up to the ink for a 
new chapter. The squinting sun was 
not able to break the stoic silence of adoration. 

A pervasive ambition spreads out 
on the breads of poor dreams. 
Pay no attention, pay no respect to the falling 
patriach. Daughters of broken stars were rising. 


Satish Verma