HOMECOMING

satishverma

The yellow beaked vultures were waiting. 
A cloth bag contains the bleached 
remains; his father. 
Impeccable gift unmasked. 
After the inferno, hydrants went dry. The guilt survives 
the dispossession, pondering over the black dew 
now covering the pink roses. 

The illusion persists. Master is coming home. 
jug was empty. A miracle will start 
the kitchen. An infant cries in the backyard. 

The windows were sleeping. Let the sun 
stand outside. A yellow moon at night will 
open the door. 


Satish Verma

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  • Published: January 15th, 2012 20:08
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