Loss of Identity
It was chillingly true.
You walked out-
of the soot, without
leaving any footprints.
There were some very
hard questions. Why-
did you snap,
while sparrows were mating ?
Carnage. The roses
were burning inside. The
red cherries shriek and
run for the amnesty.
On the terrace, the yellow
moon descends for a-
word. Why the nukes were
pointed towards the spiders ?
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
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