WARFRONT

The spectre of falling towers in night 
unfolds in awe. 
A reclusive star rises in east at dawn. 

Heart of pig was being readied 
for implant, tallies with the seizured 
hollow of a man. 

A young girl of seventeen, comes for 
a rendezvous with a terrorist, 
eats the bullets for a damned nether land. 

Every one was angry after 
the explosion. Only truth had a slit of smile 
in the smokescreen of contenders. 

A dialogue on violence must start 
to know the reality of nirvana 
fear will not end, ending of fear.

Satish Verma