Will Not Breathe For A While

Satish Verma

To know, who I am… 
in the name of truth. 

We move in different circuits. 
Our toes don't meet. 

Fraternity mangled, I will 
not sell my wounds. 
I will not show my scars. 

I will wait, wait till eternity 
after the black end, in the hope of dawn. 

As a mark of respect, you fly 
low, invisible to the eyes of walking gods. 

The thick men, become menace 
for the slums. There was no light. 

I turn blue.