Taking Sides

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Courting the dark words 
picking up from beautiful life, 
I weave the tapestry- 
in circle of silence. 

The liberty of blood 
had become obsolete. 
You wanted one kill, one voice, 
one faith. 

The acid test shoots down 
the black roses.What 
about the mass graves as a 
signature of victory? 

You cannot stop 
the bloodbath.As if a swarm 
of big bees was ready 
to hound you. 

Closing the last window 
I suffer.I would 
never become you.