Tortured Times

Satish Verma

You wanted him alive. 
To witness the evolution of 
man into beast. 

Hounds start yowling, 
one after the other― 
in dark. 

Why do I break the coconut to― 
celebrate the death of a god? 

It was that simple as 
an orchird opens its bizarre labellum 
to trap the sun. 

A paperweight against 
an argument, shatters the window. 

The bluebird 
refuses to sing.