Like A Firebird

Satish Verma

Like a whiff of pungent smoke 
morality hurts. 
The inner song dies 
in chorus of sharp tongues. 

Anger beats the wall 
causes no beginning, 
no ending. 
A naked shadow burns. 

The voice on the edge of truth 
jumps in the dust of lies 
like a firebird 
bathes in immortal grief. 

For deliverance from the depravity, 
one who calls you a name. 
How I longed to invoke 
a time outside the space!