Sky wept <br />when you hanged the young truth <br />from a tree. <br /> <br />A shadow falls <br />on the hill <br />for a savior. <br /> <br />A winged flaw <br />becomes a legend <br />for the sake of a sword. <br /> <br />A nameless letter <br />betrays the will of a cage <br />to set the bird free. <br /> <br />My forehead marks <br />the wrinkles of ancestors <br />who would not give a name.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/windows-26/
