Satish Verma

You asked for an explanation 
for a flame. A bat 
flies in a passage of pain. 
A poem becomes an accuser. 

They were drowning 
the moon 
in a lake of blood. 
A poem sails like a kayak. 

The snow was falling 
like drifting lovers. 
Stains were becoming bits of screams. 
A poem delivers an echo. 

The fear turns you blue 
in midst of knocks. 
Doors had the outrageous locks. 
A poem walks like a truth

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