THE REVENGE

A mob rapes a moon 
under the blue sky. 
Then parades her half-naked body 
on the streets of clouds. 

Arousal of anger 
devours the mate 
in a nocturnal rendezvous 
with a sea horse; 

cuts off the head 
to shake out the frozen tears 
from unweeping eyes. 
Life stares face to face 

with death, of a star. 
A slow hesistant voice 
opens the layers of silence 
for seeking justice. 

Truth weeps making no pretention.

Satish Verma