A Rebel Being Born

I do not want to become 
plaintiff or defendant. 
Untethered, I will punish myself 
for metaphysical nuances. 

Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky 
about a fake truth. 
The tears will never stop now. 

Give me my freedom to cry, 
to exhume the body of justice 
and bury my future in memories 

I do not sell the dreams. 
Eyes tell it all. 
History repeats itself 
when message dies on legs!

Satish Verma