Birth Untainted

It in now dark. Talking of exposed genitalia I go into a terrible shock. A compulsive deceit takes hold of the attention. The candle burns me inside. Between eyes a *chakra uncoils, like a Naja. Strikes ! You are stricken- with a bulbar palsy. No haemorrhage. A purple venom spreads in the whole nativism. Voices move in half-lit corridor. The doors do not lead to rooms. All exits disappear. A chandelier crashes. You are awakened from a deep slumber. A poem is born. *In Indian thought a chakra is the center of spiritual power in the human body. They are seven in numbers. Satish Verma