LOYAL TO DEATH

An answer becomes a question 
without an effort. 
The world hisses 
in filaments of joy. 
My hands become 
green branches of a huge tree. 
Terrified sun moves away 
with all its glory. 
I empty myself in a circle of voidness. 

It was a sad chapter 
the beginning of violence- 
the heat dries up the sweat on brows. 
Standing in the sun I watch, 
how we are dismantling each other. 
The innocence of civility, 
eclipsed by ferocious flesh, loses symphony. 

The fatal, brutal, savage times. 
We are running 
to reach nowhere. 
The tension creeps under the skin. 
The impurity of thought 
hurts like broken glass. 
A barren land forgets 
the man & remains loyal to death.

Satish Verma