Suspended Fog

Charred―
blueberries.
I am returning your gifts
of cruel times,
when none was crying.

Chewed―
evidences.
I don't want to look at them―
to provide the measurement
of face.

A demoniac―
version,
of a sweet dialogue, stuck
in your throat.
You bend double.

Epitaphs
demand justice.
Nobody dies for his god, you
want to disappear to
take revenge.

Satish Verma