Theme: Life


After lifting the fingerprints of bloodbath 
a bushfire starts, engulfing contradictions, 
the gulf between erosion of truth and 
survivors appears widening. Tiny ants smell 

blood, exfoliation begins, from 
nameless earth for the exodus of barefoot, 
the epic of tragedy, something in the debris is left 
for acetic reminder, a death reunion. 

The pain starts the saddest saga of human 
suffering, a salt lake melting in each eye and then in 
every courtroom the defence for the crimes, bail - 
out by the buried dark sniffing of fecundity. 

The night wraps me, the land of my birth 
haunts in its greenness, the wounded sea bids 
refugees to hostile shores, a cracked sun 
welcomes the lost umbilical cords. 

(Poem on the plight of Sri Lankan Tamils)


More By  :  Satish Verma

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