GENERATION

untouchable that bleeds, lonely 
in black sky, that haunting moon 
walks gingerly on quivering sea: 
lovers killed in shame in broad daylight 
by gunshots before a crowd; some possessed 
maniacs turning the clock back: history 
lets go the leaves, the autumn, 

trees stand naked, not malevolent 
but want to poach upon the wrong side 
of faith; my vision starts failing, 
crosses the river in ancient lingua franca 
joining the broken hearts 

i was apprehensive, clouds come and 
go, each death becomes a daisy

Satish Verma