Encounter with an injured Being
reveals the inner nuances,
hinge of a lament,
a Hibiscus on fire!
He was walking without limp
on a chosen path.
There was no time to respond
to every anguish.
Besides it was becoming dark.
The stench of the demolished egos
was rising in waves:
disconnecting the choking sin.
The eyes ! Eyes were crying
dark blood pouring out in drips.
Virtue like a lone voice
was accosting him.
SATISH VERMA
