Strange Logics

Satish Verma

A blood retreats― 
through the gift of tears. 

Pain has no religion. 
Why did you search the 
truth in ashes? 

A command goes waste. 
I didn't call a god 
for mercy. 

The dust leaps for wings. 
Rain leaves no scars. 
I will come back 
to gather the washed bones. 

A rusted wound has no thoughts left.