Satish Verma
Between The Accidents
After the ammonia leak,
there was a visual hallucination.
An ad hoc proxy of stardust
will not settle on the lotus.
I grieve for the sobbing moon
who was kept waiting to―
wash the feet of a sunken god.
There were no wreaths for the departed.
Death had a debt to pay,
to a hungry child, who was
given a chance to see the light,
but was not fed by the night.
To perpetuate the crime, there
was a syndicate, who would bet
for the nested game, in lieu,
of wiping the green tears of earth.
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