Across The Silence

Satish Verma

You failed me. 
I have started learning 
from myself. 

The man-made world, 
a culture of stinginess- 
overtakes the ism. 

Confronting the hawks - 
you scramble over 
the wet shoulders of wounded sex. 

In hiding 
your own exit rope; 
are you thinking to end the solitary confinement? 

I will wait 
for the suffering to end - 
and aurora to rise.