Theme: Life

Corpse Is Being Sent

In the stand-off 
between stolen history 
and presiding deity 
priest was hanged, while a blue cloud 
was shedding the yellow moon. 

Who was selling god on the road? 
A tall coconut tree was my home; 
all but your mouth was shut. 

Face to face I am ready to leak 
the secret of panic attack in open space, 
it rips open the unhealed wounds. 

The shot holes on the walls 
were still bleeding. 
I am getting visions of birds, trees and hills. 

A pacific coast was punished 
for not joining the conflict. 
Corpse is being sent on shores.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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