In Our Breasts

Taut flesh of toxic seductress comes out of the skin, rolls in the dream. A century buries the neck of God and creates the words of unbroken greed for useless faith. A path stuns the sharp thorns. Nothing would stop the seeker, he has to annihilate the rival. Somebody takes an aim at the dancing egos and brings down the marvel. The bitter feud continues, between stars and moon. The molten lava moves like a snake. SATISH VERMA