Mercy Kills

A Poem by Satish Verma

Mercy Kills

Laugh at me,
in sleep. Let the rogue
winds blow away my golden dreams.

Decoding my agony,
you will find the elixir of truth
by chewing the eternal pain.

Margin of danger
was big. On a short death―
trip you will not
encounter peace.

I am just me now. No frills.
All my desires shed, taking
off the appendages, becoming
bald like moon.

No more four-letter words.
Jawline widens by pressing the
teeth. The warriors had become rapists―

joining the gang of losers.
Planet was changing.