Theme: Life

Unsung Hands

How can you unsee an etched wound? 
The name will tell the moon. 
An empty sky now calls for 
the rains. 

What was it - 
the ceremonial farewell? 
A dependable pain now starts 
pulling out the shrapnels from the body. 

You may call it 
meaningless. My poem now 
moves between the stings. Somebody 
was going for a merciless kill.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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