LET US TAKE ANOTHER ROAD

Let us take another road. 
The boundary was not clear 
between crime and pardon 
between disease and murder. 

The cleft in the ravines 
had hidden the rifles and landmines 
when we were busy in worshipping 
the rock face with folded hands 
to deliver us from fear and future. 

There was no ending, no beginning 
of disturbing the beehive 
to drink the moon in night, 
hear the blues of stars 
and swim in dark light. 

Where was the heaven? 
Enough of nothing was not something? 
The cure of curse was not in any hands, 
polity of clouds was decaying very fast 
they were raining fire on the grass.

Satish Verma