satishverma

DISASTER AND AFTER

What is the relevance now 
to live for a cause? 
Epicenter has changed. 
They were altering the human gene. 

Butterflies, the lips of squealing 
babies. I was very fond of monarchs, 
flying in huge clouds, settling like 
a drizzle on pink rose bushes. 

What do you want to achieve 
by cold-blooded murder of the sleek geniuses? 
Death was smiling. You deny the god’s script 
in the temple of your faith? 

Nascent crimes are still rising 
in the face of human suffering. 
After the earthquake, in the rubble 
we let them come, the young shoots.

Satish Verma

Comments1

  • baj-a

    powerful and true words that tear at the heart and bring us face to face with the reality of war and suffering.



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