Don’t Throw The Bomb Poem by Satish Verma

They will not come down
with branding iron and bobbing stings.
Instead.
we will walk down the earth,
to meet the silence
in half-lit homes of enemies.

This poverty
of pause
and peeling off from giants of
fences. I send a green rose to you
from trembling hands,
to smell the death of half-truths.

The bridge has collapsed.
We start digging up for the bodies
beyond curtain of bricks and stones,
the iron-grids of flower gates.