You could’nt be the real French Martre design,
Must be the modified, Indian Side Winger Missile.
Unpatented still, definitely a loner, non-fissile.
Failed Test flight, poor soul, forced to resign.
Patriot-men cruise, were you not conveniently sidelined?
Three times cat-o-nine tails, You,and One other, on the fight.
A munching cow, bellowing buffalo, gurgle sign.
How ridiculous! place women, above the male might.
Beware! Monica Lewinsky, has her trio transgenic share.
Indra’s Maneka, Love here, Whiskey cocktail there.
Fantastic punch, classic Hillary too did not dare.
‘Fire’ still burns Mehta, her spirits why should men care.
Categories:
transgenic, life
Form: Free verse
This way it was
this way it happened
I could not run along the river.
Your face floats
like a skylamp.
Halfway rainbow was broken.
How did it happen?
I became transgenic
by the kiss of death.
This was my victory
I surrendered the cushion.
You sleep in my arms.
Again I will wander
in the graveyard
where my angel was sleeping.
This is my last letter
in the month November
Now the scent will be buried in snow.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
transgenic, death, dedication, depression, devotion,
Form: ABC