Satish Verma
The Commitment
The lesion was
spreading. From
inside, I hear the wails.
Past and present
of time, plows
the furrows, in future.
Seeds remain
unplanted. I seek
justice from the earth.
Turn off the lights
I want to see─
the moon in its full glory.
Someone has left
the message for us.
Go out to face the wolves.
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