Satish Verma

Like walking on coal dump 
coming of age. 

Magnifying the blackness 
of a miner's hands. 

Excavating a long burrow 
to feed the pain. 

A muffled cry and you 
locate a bound sea. 

A clear moon was rising 
as a witness to this atrocity. 

A classic dance of an 
angry god to show the presence.