In Ring Of Fire

Satish Verma

After a peek into the world news, 
I will start asking many questions to myself 
in the dialect of hurling petrol bombs that, 
how many names of a god are valid 
in my poor dictionary of past truths? 

I start eating away myself bit by bit 
and save few grains for my children, 
for clenching hurts and start a journey of unknown. 
The debate will never end for the sake of 
poetics in many me, of many avatars. 

Un-self I start searching the stairs 
of the tower in dark conspiracy of silence. 
The night has forgotten a Mozart.The 
magic flute will not play again.

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