Theme: Life

Returning Home

After dispossession, 
collecting the dolls,
dusting them off. 

Who was watching 
you, dousing yourself 
to give a political statement? 

Cutting the leaves 
of grass, I open 
the book of Walt Whitman. 

This was a targeted 
killing. I will not join 
the funeral procession. 

A mistaken lull. 
One day I will
shoot endlessly.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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