The Great Divide

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Cut the masks 
and you will find a river of sorrow 
in the unblinking eyes. 

The mud tears had smeared 
the face. 

Chimera? The fire breathing 
will start a new traction to break 
the silent protest of lying lambs. 

Impertinence? 
For whom you have come to 
offer the chador at the shrine? 
For whom the houses were burnt down? 
For whom the lives of unborn children 
were cancelled? 
Whose god? 

This is not anonymous insurgency. 
My name had been written in. 
First Informatiom Report.