Waiting For New Year

Satish Verma

A lengthy day 
to count an arch of colored dreams 
in a long queue. 

You start sinking 
inch by inch, in a deep 
obsession of vengeance. 

Afraid to leave 
the darkness. Cannot see 
in the bright glare of sun. 

The fall of liberty. 
To tell the name of venoms. 
How the man has become 
a poisonous creep. 

An insult to the poet, 
singer and artist. Who was 
responsible for changing the guards? 

Tomorrow was far off. 
I am still struggling with today.