Theme: Life


The desire, 
rises like a spire - 
from cloud forest. 
You are a flesh eater. 


You go into a foray 
for the food. 
A shrine trembles.
A blood-
stained body
leaves the room. 


A prayer 
screens the faces of all 
gods. Who was going to
fast unto death?


More By  :  Satish Verma

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