On Judgement Day Poem by Satish Verma
On Judgement Day
The horror of you in
lesser light, when you took
via dolorosa, to
meet yourself.
Moon was not waiting
for you in unkind sky. A
pinhole of dark would not send
some hope.
Something unsavory was a
way of unhappening,
tying the knot with the destiny
of doing nothing.
Losing my kernels in
desert of words. I took
the wrong path of liberation―
where no god lives.
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Hitchhiking in America. Across the heartland. The breadbasket. Pick-ups with dualies and plaid-shirted farmers wearing hats. The bed full of seed that rattles and adds a percussive sheen to the country tune song softly on the radio. The casual reference to killing weeds.