THE BULLY

How it is that -
at shrine while saying prayers 
sex was on your mind? 
You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life. 
but still tuned to sweet indulgence. 

And then a sudden flash back 
slaps in your face, 
and you want to commit suicide. 

Afraid of hurting your pride 
I did't fulfil my promise of wiping your tears 
in a sprint of flinching ache. 

It is night now 
The words have a peculiar burnt-out smell 
of the road, 
as if they were smouldering 
in hot ashes of peace.

Satish Verma