Poetry

Untie the knot, patriarch,
the broken kiss was
intimidating.

The backhoe picks up the
devil, it was within you
when you were casting stone
at the fear.

The pagan was covered
with leaves
raw and pailful;

belief in a thought
was not working,
think, man think.

The system,
the birth of rebirth of sorrow
was the tragedy.


The shaper,
I am, still wandering
to find the words.

* After reading the massacare of 57 people in southern island of Mindanao, Philippines on 23rd Nov 09


Satish Verma