Mortal Blues
That satanic streak
of tireless undressing
of a hapless monarch.
Wings were gone. Cannot fly
across the tree
of hypocricy.
A footmat for the suicidal jump
from the elegant hierarchy
to grainy lies.
Why are you turning ungreen ?
You will dig up the temple
without god ?
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2011
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