BITTER SWEETNERS

Vexed at a long sit in, 
after collision 
we will meet at a canal 
in the watery grave. 
You believed in philosophy of giving 
I would apologize for the slaughter of babies. 

Pink dolls 
I wished to know why they were thrown 
on a bank of the river. 
The maroon red water 
wanted to snub the lawmakers. 
Step out from bloody arm badges, 

there was no hope to count 
the death toll. Abandoned lies 
the face of god in mud. 
Paper name for the dead child 
paper name for the living father.

Satish Verma