Satish Verma
The Wars
It is.
An explosive denial
of an infinite firmness
of round orbs.
Why were you taking
off your shirt
to show the scars?
it stirs a sequestered allegation.
The glare was on my days
and your nights.
The suicide bomber was
a kid, you know.
When a poem leaves you,
how far would you go to kill
a blue jay
for the golden cage?
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