Here Lies The Queen - Poem by Satish Verma
The frozen voice hangs on the
door. A crowd waits.
will start soon
to herald a benevolent sky-
In rise and fall of an empire
I won't put any label
to generation drift. The
changing geography will
take care of the ashes.
A ragpicker will tell the story.
had become economical, blanching
the stained dreams only
like our land's wounds.
The sea of hate lies naked before us
to sweep the carcasses. I know not
how to become omnivorous.
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