A Sacrifice

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Your face becomes 
an eye, a saga of 
holding the assaults. 

A body hails 
the sagacity. 

A child becomes a man 
away from home 
of truths, god forbids. 

The innocence gives 
rise to a mound of bones. 
Death lingers to 
take revenge. 

Brutality breeds 
brutality. Can anyone 
break this cycle by giving 
one's life after receiving the award?