The Revenge Poem by Satish Verma
The Revenge
A mob rapes a moon
under the blue sky.
Then parades her half-naked body
on the streets of clouds.
Arousal of anger
devours the mate
in a nocturnal rendezvous
with a sea horse;
cuts off the head
to shake out the frozen tears
from unweeping eyes.
Life stares face to face
with death, of a star.
A slow hesistant voice
opens the layers of silence
for seeking justice.
Truth weeps making no pretention.
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8/5/2026 8:56:33 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
Truth is like that cold glass of water, on a HOT DAY