ANOTHER TRIAL

Liquidity crunch turns you 
into lip slave. 
The candlelight bed has the broken legs. 
Asleep by the boat you sway in dark. 
You are still a number in the books to be fed. 
A jigsaw puzzle in the economic boom 
starts a jihad. Here I am waiting for you 
to start a crusade against the falling stars. 
The encounter turns bloody. Shoot out for innocents. 
Kids and women, criss-crossing the path of hate. 
I was not ready for this disgrace of religion. 
The king was making it free below poverty line. 
Every wound will be addressed and healed.

Satish Verma