Unborn

Folder: 
Satish Verma

you enter the lair again 
dun – colored 
shrapnel was on your lips 

to hear your truth I lay down 
the book 
and look beyond the acid rain 
falling after the explosion 

the yellow flames still lapping 
against the crater walls 
jasmines were alive 

dented memories wer climbing 
on hills before you can unsee 
the moon bleeding to death