Leaving The Home

Satish Verma

Your hands 
start a fire― 
thinking beyond the rainbow. 

The next hearing 
will encompass the unheard sins 
of islands. 

In spot, you open 
the lock and let in the strange voices, 

wearing the hidden masks 
of untold flaws. 

The system starts crumbling 
and you wash your feet 
in tumbling water 
of unsound river, held in abeyance. 

No house was left 
without ashes.