Pheonix

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Let us not cry for the fallen statue. 
he is still alive and writing his own epitaph. 
Eagles sitting on tall branches 
will wait for the prey. 

Why did he fake for a genius 
running the lives of millions 
toward the gates of heaven? 

Do you think the quality of question marks will suffer 
when answers remain incarcerated 
in a system with flawed satisfaction? 

I am going to die of shame 
being only a bystander, in this bleak times. 
Every day a murder of a blue chorus 
is being announced. 

Let me sing a new tugging anthem 
sweet in my heart 
harsh on my tongue. 

Tonight a full moon will make me weightless 
and I will be orbiting like an earth 
around a burning name.