See My Hands

Satish Verma

Overreaching for chemical signs 
and word for word, 
you want to move on- 
without parents. 

This was only a poetic 
idea, that no weapon will 
be used for execution. 

Not offering an apology, 
we were dissecting the ethics 
of violence and war. 

A chilling reminder, you are 
going to starve the definitions. 
But no clarity was visible. 

I am becoming bones 
and taut nerves.Only eyes 
were looking ahead of the tempest. 

Roofs were melting. 
You want to hit the sky.