FOUNTAIN

Revolting inwardly 
the fountain chokes. 
New year amputates 
the fingers of a whole man. 
History repeats a parallel. 

He sets the house on fire. 
Sky withdraws the light 
till the queen of darkness sleeps 
before the future unfolds. 
Smell of burning flesh drifts. 

This moment was for God 
to wipe the sweat on frightened face. 
Hair and bones hide in the urn 
that was forgotten. 
Death has mouthed a betrayal.

Satish Verma