Helmeted Version
Will the shouts work
on blood seeds in climate of conflicts ?
Winter was shrinking.
Give me a hand.
I am going to invite clouds softly.
Let the drumming start.
War has broken out
on many fronts
for a god, for the grains
and for the golden gates.
Where shall we plant
the sacred tulsi ?
You need a holy soil for that.
The transliteration of a famished lake
throws a foul smell.
Will you be able to walk
on the ice again ?
Outside the climate of change ?
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2009
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