Secrets of Anguish

By: Satish Verma

At this moment of heightened sensitivity
my thoughts try to reach your sinking city.
We have opened the sluice-gates
of greatness
to wash out unknown sins
committed in haste to harvest the impossible.

The time was running out.
No cure seemed to work on these ailments
of convulsive consciousness.
No sound was emitting out of the heart.

In dark, some faint voices were crying
to wrench the truth instead,
which was not coming out.

No house is being spared.
no song is being named.
The search is on for the gossip
which is whispering the secrets of
anguish.

SATISH VERMA

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