When Technology Fails

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Your comatose 
countenance: 
punctuates a coronal spurt. 

Life will never 
forget this insult and return 
your freak awards. 

The moon cancels 
a lake meeting. You cannot 
celebrate the arrival of night. 

Helplessly, I scrap 
the terror threat, though 
your memory was severed in an ambush. 

At ground zero, 
a young couple starts a sit-in 
against the raining sermons.