The Dialogue Continues

Satish Verma

My logic 
was not a part of belief. 

The answer you proffered is 
not, what it was 
supposed to be. 

The question sits like a 
butterfly on my chest. 

It was a sham exercise 
to wipe out the dirt from the eyes. 

Life, death and the 
unknowing are the failures 
of man. 

I am ready to repatriate 
my end from the noose, for 
not accepting the award.