Voiceless Assaults

Satish Verma

You are waiting 
amid fears. The fretting 
does not end. 

At where, 
the road ends? To find a blue star 
where do we go? 

The house was 
sleeping in fog. Inside the 
dome, hooves, quiver. 

I have to become 
mute. Time was black, 
my song blue. 

A pure crime. 
The vultures come in 
cloaks to take away the lamb.