Reciting The Fake Poem

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Making them dead― 
in a regal way, 
you joined the bomb squad 
of poems. 
Why did I need to remember 
you intensely O god? 

Why eternity of enormous 
pain would ensnare you? A group 
of panthers were going to attack a fawn 
in the blue game? Will 
you hurt me one day? 

You don't cover your eyes 
with a black veil. Then what was 
the purpose of becoming invisible? 
Does a truth live in dark? 

There was no 
need of law, before 
you die, after removing the makeup. 
We always discover an excuse 
to live lavishly on the hired 
words of praise. 

There are no more parables 
no more prophets.