THE TERRIBLE

This terracotta urn 
contains the ashes 
of an earth-baked dream. 
You worship the setting sun, 
rape of dawn will continue. 

Intravenous entry of hope 
had failed. 
Outside the window 
crowd of heirlooms, falling like stars. 
Thoughts come and go, we hunted opportunities in vain. 

Tonight I will dropp the wheels 
on the tarmac, to roll the pride. 
My flight had knocked out 
the sleeping pain. Now amnesia 
will help me to climb on the moon’s shoulders. 

They dragged her in the field, 
the most deprived one. Was outraged. 
I send you my grief, my sadness, 
O, god. The flag was flying half mast, 
rapist was absconding.

Satish Verma