A Cricket Invades The Night

Satish Verma

in a rumpled, 
black city 
homes are sliced in half 
the equality demands 
the rights of people 

sometimes you love a 
he will be able to wed, albeit 
shyly, with the physical 
cleaning the love’s deficit 

how far the waiting will go 
skirting the mist 
it was there 
in you 
in me 
a rapist 
a serial killer