The Poisened Blue
When the bloodshed starts
at the doorstep of solemn silence,
give me a lone engagement with the invisible
to unchain the split heart.
I will take away the pain
from home and come back in failing
light when a star meets the star
and a moon meets the moon.
What was your core intention
to dismember me like a breadfruit
and cover it with a human skin
stapled to a dead soul?
You drink the ruins after a collective
failure.I am watching the sky
for nightingales.
poem by Satish Verma
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