Random Sin
In pinnate physicals, the thing,
moves like a stark terror
savagely. A primal fear
takes over, because dead don’t
speak. The bullet had passed
through chest. Mutiny of dumb
dandelions, lipless voices in the
sea of madness. Search for a missing
truth begins. The mass grave
contains the dried bones of renegades.
You remember the promise ? Who said
we will end the war ?
Listen, he bows his head, before
the trespassing starts to kidnap the
bed. Jealousy kills the snakes.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2011
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