Unending War Poem by Satish Verma

Preparing jaggery from palm juice
the resistance is splashed on face
for the vision of peace. A pre-emptive

trapeze breaks the monotomy of transsexuals.
Intimes of peril the ancient conflict
becomes a broker to fire the night. A ball

of smoke betrays a human failure in
nostalgic days. The intense brown eyes
water with stark fear the incoming

rockets. This war will not end. A conduit
of fierce emotions always identifies the man
with personal faith. No overt blood or sweat

figures it out. Torrents of bullets have
no inclination to halt the wolves. A city
cries. The siren screams again!