India Ink

Satish Verma

In everyday life 
you pick up a war with a― 
moment in truth. 

Unleashing a malign― 
half gender― to speak 
for the sake of a maker. 

You were standing on 
a fault-line, waiting for the 
unhappened to happen. 

I have come from a 
faraway land to dig up the 
legacy of the ruined convulsions of man. 

The faith, a religion the 
god were all forgotten when 
you sit homeless, hungry under the sky.

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Well said

"...waiting for the /unhappened to happen..." Well sent, well received. - slc