Warfront
The spectre of falling towers in night
unfolds in awe.
A reclusive star rises in east at dawn.
Heart of pig was being readied
for implant, tallies with the seizured
hollow of a man.
A young girl of seventeen, comes for
a rendezvous with a terrorist,
eats the bullets for a damned nether land.
Every one was angry after
the explosion. Only truth had a slit of smile
in the smokescreen of contenders.
A dialogue on violence must start
to know the reality of nirvana
fear will not end, ending of fear.
poem by Satish Verma
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