One Garden City
The ordinary life
and the passage of one thousand
full moons.
Cresting a culture of violence;
when a trident
bleeds you unethically ?
A cave robber
becomes god incarnate. A
finger of land snaps-
and you savagely interrupt
the prayer and send the
message. Run, brother,run –
for the roots. Nights are
numbered and the
blue mountain is burning.
Sexless virginity is at stake !
Satish Verma
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