Sweet Revenge

Folder: 
Satish Verma

It is, 
what do you not say 
I read the dusk 
on your eyes. 
Unspoken words 
hammering! 

A timer, 
quartz clock, 
ball bearings, pellets 
croissant of terror. 

Suspicious of the lady 
riding on crest 
responsible, 
for the happenings. 

Fear, 
hair raising, 
turns back the centuries. 
We lose, 
ourselves!