Theme: Life

Sun's Inheritance

This was a raw thing. 
A paranoid template for AK-47 rifles. The 
homemade bombs were planted on the roadside. 
A very explosive blend of a fedayeen. You 
cannot take it anymore this jihad. In everyday 
life inside comes out in the graveyard. It drizzles, 
the fake beliefs. 

A bleak panaroma. Pansexual desire. Black 
boulders, reddish cheeks, 
moon falling on so many of stars! 
I want a burntout sun.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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