Occupation
In stark terror,
the hard-liners had
announced; the morning
birds will not sing henceforth.
I was not interested-
in protecting myself.
The paradox had sneaked into
the fallen angel.
Waiting for the holy tree
to take some action.
The creeping killer was
going to occupy the rose bud’s land.
The love-goddess
was gone,leaving the lip-
marks on the cheeks
of glowing moon.
A pseudo-god upsets the
cart. A riot starts in the ravaged
garden to put on the leaves.
The grass was wailing.
Satish Verma
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