Intended to violate
the omnipresent,
stillness unzips the inviolate –
truth.
You walk through a legend:
To test the chastity
you need to dip your hand
in a very hot oil.
A sleepless summer night
descends on the hill
violins in dark
lie mutilated.
Hidden tracks will not tell
from where came the pattern
of enemies entering
the bloodied moon.
Satish Verma
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Thanks for your nice concern to the tragedy in the Philippines...my native country...a horrible thing due to too much politics or the power of dynasty...but pity to the innocents....a moving poem...