Pack Of Wolves

Satish Verma

You had tasted the 
salt of a viviparous. 
There was no asterisk 
no bluff to cross. 

Why did you turned yourself in, 
when the rock was 
melting? Was't it an act 
of surrender, of sort? 

At the end of the road― 
moon was waiting for 
you. Could you climb the 
night for a rendezvous? 

Coming of age, 
you will not exit the stadium 
till the rape victim is shot dead.