Theme: Life

The Threshold

During the litany of questions, 
I will talk to you
about the innocence 
of a flowing river. 

Here was your fault line. 
You had washed your words in 
the dirty stream. 
Now, you were complaining about the winds. 

I will not ask you 
to kill the thrill of hurting 
the defence. But 
were you ready for a recount? 

Black, as a burnt-out bread, 
the time will leave the wounds open. 
I will write a poem 
you will start screaming.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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