In the Name Of
Watching the wilting dividers,
wanted to declock the time
in timeless death:
though life must move on.
After amputation, body waits to be lifted,
negating the bed.
Now it was time, which would you like,
nouns that hurt ?
Or verbs that heal ?
After stepping down
from my self
said the star, I have become
a black moon. Three bombs went off
within three minutes. Was it a Mendelson’s
syndrome after general anaesthesia ?
The chemical god wanted to distemper
a flock of sheep. God
save the earth.
Satish Verma
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