Written by: Satish Verma

Immersion in a regal 
carnage. Ash colored dawn
was gang-raped.

A bullet-ridden sexism 
shuts out the fame.
Starts a chilling confession.

O, my orion
I adore your ruffled
stance. Do not make a kill. 

Sunflower, why your
seeds were participating
in bonfire of a moon ?

They came for a sexual 
encounter. But found a prism
exacting a gun. 

Satish Verma