System

It was a fractured miscarriage. The system groaned like a huge cow. We milked her till human thirst chopped the teats. I belong to no glamour, my faults burn like classics. Total freedom will come when I am through. The dates creep under the skin, I faint, The tiny minims shine on my lips. The symbols crash. Me and my shadow bubbling with the smell of poems, I come back to arguments. To justify the Armageddon of first & last love. How could it happen? The fear has death, as a lover. I sleep with it every night. The demolition of memory, it sweats like a black cloud. There is no religion in desires, choiceless destruction of each dawn. Satish Verma