12 October, 2020

Punishment

O Irish, you were beyond
the pain. Why were you blind?
Put a smile. I will kiss you again.

Let's annihilate the hate
of black sun and spread the chador
of moon on all the lilies.

Why the saline drops
are held on lips when you cry in
dark? There were many fireflies.

Satish Verma

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