SHAME AND FEAR

Between the yellow moon 
and black stones 
pours the river of mourning 
in maze of silent night. 

At the top of the world – 
blue eyes were buried live, 
under the incense of palaces. 
They stood, unmoved in the corridors of metal tracks. 

Mowed down with concrete, 
lights had gone from the windows. 
Unlit walls returned the legends. 
Dictators deferred the hanging - 

Of truth. Decided to live in glass house 
for sometime. Lilies were growing between the graves. 
A green dagger was splitting open the wounds 
of mirrors in shame and fear.

Satish Verma