Water Was Transparent

Water Was Transparent

A Poem by Satish Verma

A firefly in a jar will not fly.

A firefly in a jar
will not fly.

Presiding over the genocide
how can you count the dead
children of god, on the street,
by your forked tongue?

The roving eyes. Chameleons.
With folded hands, they
throw the snow on your
disheveled hair.

The morals are marketed
daily on the dais. I deny myself,
something which I can give
you. O hunger, don't go back.

© 2019 Satish Verma

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Added on December 30, 2019
Last Updated on December 30, 2019
Tags: firefly