Catastrophe

A whole man
was sucked into the earth, 
when the sun made a hole.

Out of seeing a blue flunk
under the thin layer
of poor economy.

A sensitive mimosa
droops on knocking.
The browned bread does not claim any butter.

Hunger sleeps
on dust. Summer walks on
the heaving dogs.

A strange thing happens,
desires are flattened out.



Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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