Satish Verma

Your limbs tremble― 
when you stand erect 
to end the silence. 

Nobody wants the clamor put to sleep. 

It was a direct insult 
of surgical kill. 

When it was light, you start 
covering yourself, caught in a vise. 

Every dialogue was worth living. 
You can only pray for the wrongs, 
come to right. 

A secret of tongue was 
out. Ladders and snakes, 
snakes and ladders, were not meant 
for you. 

The ambulances has always written the 
letters― in reverse.