MY CHILDREN OF SORROW

It was there all the time 
the core fear, my inadequacy. 
Tonight I will let go off the fire 
and become a non-moving time. 

When you come home for the arousal, 
under the lids, you will find giant tears 
frozen into a lake of no return. 
Watch your steps and walk gingerly. 

My unlocked door always welcomes 
the incendiary past, pure happenings. 
To return the clothes worn by the truth 
on the night of gang rape. 

It does not go, my nameless agony. 
My children of sorrow, where will 
they go? The scars? 
I scan the sky.

Satish Verma