Theme: Life

Trigger Point

A missile in the home, 
what they have done? 
You are on flames. 

A red smoke rises 
from bottomless hole. 
Memory slumps. 

A glow in pain washed 
cells, calls the mirror. 
Instead, grave diggers arrive. 

This was the manufactured truth 
of the eternal kiss 
of death. I stretch my arms 

to feel the terror. 
The walls start crying. 
There was no roof.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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