Hushed Speech Poem by Satish Verma
Hushed Speech
Was worried about the assault
from inside,
holding the shoes of his sons,
he was trailing the sectarian kill.
Utopia had its own weapons.
I was trying to understand schizophrenia
knifing for peace. Do you think mental
fragmentation would find me on
the door bell of sleep? I was walking
through the hard kisses of death –
on mouth so that I would not speak
about the valley of tears.
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