a poem by Feroze Varun Gandhi

The road burnt into my heart
The eyes of the cloudless sky
The sky holds the morning
With a soft vendetta
Awaken the confessed
The false witness is lost
Squared by yesterday’s promise
The way ahead is an exchange

Patience is a hesitant signpost
Often the coldest amidst the glow
Cursed by the renegade moonlight
A poet waits for his revolution