ON THE NAME OF ………………..

only the half-truths engage the 
nightfall the thing of dawn asked to wait in pouring 
blows sponsored by sin of brutal torture burning 
the genitals pushing sand in mouth blood rimmed 
stool I become you sit on eat your dinner howling 
the election time you come hands folded 
me a hummingbird suspended in air 
waiting for the cage to open a little girl 
punished to stand in sun carrying bricks on 
shoulders slapped to fall unconscious give 
me another sky to behold 
restraint from whom

Satish Verma