Debating The Verdict

Satish Verma

The night shift starts. 
A moonbeam comes and lies 
beside me. 

I was not hungry. 
Cuckoo gives a call 
I will not raise the flag. 

The flesh, starts eating you. 
Sometimes, for this 
unnamed, you run cross-country. 

Memories flare up. 
A primitive wolf sends a howl. 
You start reciting a prayer. 

The age, will not pardon you. 
Limbs spring to catch a butterfly. 
Noiselessly a door shuts.