The Blunt Clashes

Satish Verma

The fractured core, 
a broken faith, there was 
no life after death. 

The colossus was drowned 
in white, stunning 
the men in black. 

You cannot encircle 
the sun-spots with 
bare dogmas. 

The tear's salt is found 
scrapped on lips, will not 
find a place to sink. 

How deep you will go 
in the tattoos? The sun 
wanted to check in the dementia.