UPRIGHT MIRRORS

for beheading the raceme 
three bullets went into the bubbling chest the assassins 
had come when she was alone with scars 
on wings she sailed on voices of silence the melody 
had kissed the moon in night without veil it was 
dark night for blue hills they killed a bloom 
of white jasmines why are you upset my love 
she has gone on orange wheels towards the sun 
the black sea mourns by throwing the wreaths 
back on shore to protect the virginity of fishes 
and waves a bleeding god disowns 
the green earth

Satish Verma