Anniversary

while spreading a nocturne on your body, i was stunned : a cobra stands up ! between us, the storm and fury of a burst dam was released; i start playing with the words irreverently: spiders in the glass jar staring with big brown eyes, the pubic hurts, sex and money toast the world on music mania, engaged in raw deals, assaulting the virgin art, in nuclear race, mentors shift the legs, sinner’s statement, was it, it a road show – a rogue’s dilemma, there was not enough blood in the veins of brown skin to stain the temple’s floor, death will wait, first the public hanging should begin, sails whisper to the winds, last survivor of the holy craft was dead SATISH VERMA