Written by: Satish Verma

A hidden lump was revealed 
in annual ritual.
You flung open the gates-

to take away the regal pain.
Was it a reprisal
for a purple nail ?    

Withdrawl was threatening.
In the line of fire
comes the guilt. 

The suicide in the goddess
womb ? Celebrate if
you pull out.

Floating on the drifting
threat. The welts will sing
the erotica.

Satish Verma