Torturer Poem by Arvind Srivastava

At night

Your memories kept nibbling like piranha fish

And all day long I kept singing songs of freedom to the infamous chairs
A guitar taught me the art of living
A soul that is far away from me
Kept inviting it again and again
My blood-soaked poems

In these sad days, I want to hand over a wonderful dream to that woman

Which will be considered the final proof of my existence on earth!

This will be a diplomatic victory for me
That now we both will be able to cross the high walls
That our dreams will chase away the hunting dogs

That the one who will bear the tortures will be the best in loving!

©Arvind Srivastava,
India