SUCKING BLATANTLY

This was the pain through the window 
in humility. 
Cannot catch a break in rambling 
rose, 
carrying the dead crown of 
a tryant. 

The blindness makes 
a presence. 
People are bidding farewell 
to the bloody son. 

I want to come in death 
now, after thousand years, 
living in violence 
of man. 

The untouchable moon 
was laughing.

Satish Verma