Theme: Life

Moments of Inertia

I asked the suicide bomber, 
why you want to throw yourself 
to your death 
scattering arms and legs? 

A beautiful moon 
then, rammed into a golden lake 
to find the secret age of 
a wee god. 

I felt the colossal waste 
and said, look within first 
and then cross the river 
of arguments. 

Like a diamond ring 
I wear the truth of morning sun. 
My heart will ask, what was 
the role of night in draping 
the stars around the deceiver?


More By  :  Satish Verma

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