GREEN EYES

Faith was not taking him 
near the truth. 
Staring at reason 
his inner self became a burden 
on the whispering road. 

They were going to exhume 
the body of the martyr 
for finding the ethos of hope 
invoking the afternoon sun 
to guide them in dark. 

So the blood had a terrible 
celebration of alienation 
generating the heat of hate 
not for the proud mother 
who was grieving. 

Time will not forgive 
for the murder of green eyes. 
The masses are rising 
like a turbulent sea 
riding through the tears.

Satish Verma