Yielding
Time sets upon the arcane taboos
you wear the unknown fear
like cowries around your neck,
a bulletproof jacket did not work,
the fish in the brain
was the religion.
Whom do you trust now
in the caveful of seekers ? They were demanding
every drop of your blood from a waning relic.
Climbing Mt Everest was a raw deal,
dismantling the heights
like plasma, as naked as the ice on unmarked grave.
Hyper-sided, the priest was confused
in repetition of a prayer,
and the floor trembled in uplifting the god.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2010
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