Theme: Life


A toxic tongue laps the ocean 
and fish goes to sleep at bottom. 
I do not know from where to start. 
A distraught candle flickers. 
The blast victim was pregnant and 
the foetal head got severed off in womb. 

There were big holes in intelligence. 
Raw fledgling. The evil existed 
in every room. I was not able 
to open a single door. 

Because they were blind, 
taking roots in soil of ancestral graves 
on the name of god, 
throwing blue stars 
in the eyes of believers. 


More By  :  Satish Verma

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