Between Love and Hate

After decapitation, it was half-honour, half-land, and half-bread. We had prepared ourselves for epilation. A war for milky sap starts for an empty chair. You are asked to abandon your field and go for a hate profile. The gated religion now scars the high searing, wayward fronds of untangeled age of absent truths and faithful lies. I will go again to find the answer in a similar darkness to stand my unconditioned faith to stumilate the unflowing river. Satish Verma