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
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