POINT OF VIEW

You said it was a sin to trade for the hunger. 
I was looking into your eyes, 
something was amiss, 
tears had become stones. 
How long your breast was carrying 
this despair? 
You said it was a crime to hold the grief. 

I was looking at the sky, 
vultures have gone. 
But pugmarks of hyenas are very distinct 
around the house. 
I am saving the chocolates for winter 
kidnapping the heart. 
You said it was an irony to sing 
a heart-breaking song!

Satish Verma