Theme: Life

Kissing Caldrons

Putting the fire in mouth 
as a last rite 
he readied himself for the onslaught 
of questions, who will attack like 
leeches, the blood sucking parasites. 

It was a bizarre coalition of love 
between kissing cousins. 
The knifing will continue with 
weapons of death. The suckers will neither 
kill you, nor keep you alive. 

At what price to get the ice from the Mt.Himalayas. 
An abode of god was nursing the blood stained 
footprints of men, the escalating war 
and dripping mane of black sun. 
Huge clouds begin a chorus of dark light.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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