ONE DAY

Folder: 
Satish Verma

A repressed scream. 
Someone breaks the head. 
I was hitting the wall. 

The rape hurts. 
Withers away the dam. 
River was changing the course. 

It was very pompous; 
the benign torture. No 
more I belong to this world. 

And the dilapidated 
houseboat floats on the lake 
to collect the immersed- 

bones of ancesters. A 
door opens. The poem prints 
the pain of centuries.