One Day

by Satish Verma

A repressed scream.
Someone breaks the head.
I was hitting the wall.

The rape hurts.
Withers away the dam.
River was changing the course.

It was very pompous;
the benign torture. No
more I belong to this world

And the dilapidated
houseboat floats on the lake
to collect the immersed -

bones of ancestors. A
door opens. The poem prints
the pain of centuries.

19-Jul-2013

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