AN ANODE WILL DISCHARGE

Your window 
was very small. 
Why did not you throw the dice? 
Walk away 
without a want? 

I had no courage 
to tell the lies, 
to hold the secrets 
of brave tears, 
which failed to live in red-bricked house. 

And a naked womb 
protecting the fetus 
from scars and curtains, 
will find a anointed bed to sleep for eternity, 
for delivering, a new star. 

An anode will discharge 
on a galactic light, 
a message of the hungry 
birds of prey. 
Death wants its share of flesh.

Satish Verma