From Dusk To Dusk

The dazzling star went through me. I was undemanding from dusk to dusk hurting myself, not anybody. Time to meet my twin, to set he black on orange. My guilt, my fear, my foreboding. Let go off, my sap in the twigs, fruits were coming down. Under the guise of innocence eruptiness entered into non-thought. One by one snakes unrolled with black eyes, under the succulent breasts, the black poison clapping the pink lips. The dirt was spreading on the hands of unborn children. Their eyes searching the seeds. On dark beads of mother. Father had been killed in a cave. SATISH VERMA