Nothing Verse

Night was not worth selling the womb. Biological warheads were sufficient to take on the gender eugenesis. People were busy again, in worshipping the archaic weapons. What is holding them together? The fear of extinction? Or the celiac trauma depriving them of all the healthy nutrients. The warrior is dead, only his long nose is still smelling the foul odors of hate and strife. The beetles are coming and the caterpillars, swarming over the beds. Where will you sleep now? And beyond was the life wasted, and darkness. On mantel are standing the empty frames of future, trying to hold the lava, back and forth. SATISH VERMA