Unknowing The Real

Satish Verma

The founder will not find 
the copper to cast the history. 

It has not begun to hear 
the farewell to summer. 

Arms were coming out 
to end the war, to seal the fractures. 

Not my pen, not my tongue 
will know the secret deals. 

Frontiers are being redrawn, 
between the guns and the books.