Unsinking in Depth

by Satish Verma

You are not
on my page.
No more in my abstract sleep.

Cease-fire
will not be declared -
in the realm of dark dreams.

There was
one tear at a time.
No battle cry.

Trampling on
the old reminiscences,
a tiger jumps on the author

of mangrove.
The aerial roots have
stopped breathing.

Your lungs become
a flute. A war song frightens
the death.

15-Jul-2013

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