Theme: Life

Under the Shadows

Looking around for a loop of light,
a captive throws out his
trove of litter and asks for a
right to be killed.

This was question hour
of your conscience. Who would
now act as an executioner?
Anybody who has not stolen a glance?

You are standing alone with
the rats. The hips were exploding.
Owls will assemble later on
to mourn the death of a native giant.

Under a yellow moon I had met him
once. He had promised to talk about
sexual encounters with nameless
ghosts under the waterfalls.  


More By  :  Satish Verma

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