The Stony Heart

Satish Verma

Looking in your hazel 
eyes, I was thinking. 

I don't need 
second coming. I want 
you once for all. 

After assassination 
of a live truth, I will wear 
a cap without an emblem. 
I was moving away from the crowd, 
after burning the dead. 

Why it was so loud? 
It was a gratuity? After the 
bloodbath, do you still need a bank? 

My God, I am tired 
of you. Seeds were scattered 
for the love birds. I don't find the 
moon break. 

No about-face 
I was still proceeding 
towards the lake of tears.