Sandpaper

let me start a * bid for the right
  to light the pyre of the bond;
  who would not believe, the benign bony fingers
  had written off the desires,

  from lips to hips
  may you go to find the sludge at the
  banks of fury at sunrise, I am making
  some adjustments with violence in mind,

  the human race was acting clumsier
  by skirting the tools of death and laughter,
  it had become a rage with tiny kids
  who were playing with bombs of hate,

  missed abortion of faith, a baked infertile
  baby opens the darkness with white teeth


* A community ritual to perform the last rites of a jain monk.


SATISH VERMA

arti do not know?

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