Brooding
Mauling
the dna profiles
of sparten apes, to get rid of
little god of dark cave-
someone is breathing violence
amidst the marigolds.
The frogs
are jumping to become
denizens of trees, but naked
phloem will not feed them.
I am walking along the windows
to avoid street lights.
Want to see the face of moon
in distress. The clean truth
will not be visible, till the delicate sun
empties out the red urn.
Satish Verma
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