satishverma

SLAIN ROSES

The reverse gravity pulls me 
into timelessness, 
holds me to become free from tremors. 
The truth of zero morality 
hurts. 
I am pathless, secular, 
godless. 
The blank paper decides, how the fingers 
will move. The uniform 
has a secret rendezvous 
with golds. 

There was a dark zone, 
the chimney, the indifferent smoke 
curling upward. 
The torch fails. 
At the center of the conflict 
rises a desert boom, instead of roses. 
Non-violence, a forgotten word. A group 
of shaven heads mourns. Royalty does not 
want to leave the palace. The bodies of 
slain innocents – 
are placed collectively on a huge pyre!

Satish Verma

Comments2

  • baj-a

    I like the way you use words to make scenes come to life and make the reader face the reality of the world. excellent write.

  • diamonddagger

    I love the imagery. It made the poem jump out at me. Totally awesome!



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