Prescience
There was no colour in the nude
and skin deep fire was raging
not leaving much of a trail.
A Janus cat,
that is our man of polity
with two faces.
Walking alone at midnight,
that is larger than life, on
death of a galaxy, where -
the crack of dawn meets
dandelion to decide the course
of bloody day. They were –
coming in huge lots to kneel
and kiss the hands of their master,
who will leave his signature –
in deep cleavage. Who was
guarding the doorway to
my sleep ?
Satish Verma
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