Abandoned

Folder: 
Satish Verma

the punctuations 
start crumbling 
a soldier 
falls to coyotes 
this was their space 

a moon was sitting 
in waiting room 
inhabiting war at 
a defining moment 

it was a fatal attack from 
the guards impersonal 
ripping through the passions 
to hold or not to hold 

the fruit – end was near