Dragging

The Asperger syndrome : you will not speak,
you will not tell me about
fertilizer bomb. In a farmhouse blackwater
becomes a death chamber.

A toddler falls in a borewell,
you can still measure hypothermia,
the tilting of meteor saves the landfall,
stalking through the extended body.

What was the right thing in a chorus of protests
to underline the resilience of beaks and claws ?
It bugs the space and diameters of arguments
about the sweep of corruption in integrities.

It is very difficult to stay being whole amidst
the broken shards of bones. The dreams were
set in stones and water was rising.



Satish Verma

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