AFTER SUNSHINE

Be my soul in outrageous 
sunshine of knowledge. 
I need a shade of tears. 

The barrels were still smoking 
after the war. 
I will not wake up in morning. 

Lightless the day will mourn 
for the fallen moon 
on the breast of a hill. 

Tear down the curtain. 
Let me sea the face of death. 
I have a long debt to pay.

Satish Verma