WINDS

Trapped in your body 
a city starts 
screaming. 

The master has broken off 
a huge iceberg. 

An Antarctica is burning 
like hermitage 
from the spark of a red robe. 

Lips are riddled 
with lies. 
No face is left 
to smile. 

Ruthless with the words 
and meanings, 
they have manipulated the winds. 

The puppets 
have come to stop 
in complete silence.

Satish Verma