satishverma

JUXTAPOSED

Give me a piece of your body 
before you go. 
A tooth, a nail, a curled hair. 
A relic, my sadness wants to keep. 

By your absence I will live 
in the bones of tangled bodies, 
who were shot down on their tracks 
under the sun, eyes apart. 

The trembling does not stop. 
Bread loaves were lying uneaten. 
Wailing rises, reaching a crescendo. 
Blood splattered soil, my hands collect 

for god, to show a dirty game, 
when I meet him as a witness. 
Wanting to know, why not the right to live 
was the most sacred thing?

Satish Verma

Comments2

  • diamonddagger

    magnificently sad. "by your absence I will live in the bones of tangled bodies" this is so well written that I loved reading it. I told you, I love your work. I could read it all day if I didn't have so much to do. diamond

  • baj-a

    profoundly sad and strong... give me a piece of your body... wow! amazing work here!



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