Voiceless Assaults

Voiceless Assaults

A Poem by Satish Verma
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You are waiting amid fears. The fretting

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You are waiting 
amid fears. The fretting 
does not end. 

At where, 
the road ends? To find a blue star 
where do we go? 

The house was 
sleeping in fog. Inside the 
dome, hooves, quiver. 

I have to become 
mute. Time was black, 
my song blue. 

A pure crime. 
The vultures come in 
cloaks to take away the lamb.

© 2017 Satish Verma


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Added on December 2, 2017
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