Sense Of Betrayal

Satish Verma

You will find one day, 
water footprints, when 
seismic events stop in eyes. 

Don't you think a system 
of mutual respect should- 
be followed, before the 
conception of a new rage. 

Moons come and go. 
You upturn the clock racing 
the time to- 
reach infinity. 

Where the hundred stars 
die daily, do you still 
want to become a blue light 
in the misty house- 
of headstones?