satishverma

In Upheaval...

This was the rise of animal 
after dividing 
the pain of man. 

The shared past― 
would guide the misreading, 
calling bloodbath a mistake. 

Balancing the pole, walking 
on long rope, in sheer 
darkness of moonless night. 

The words fall on your 
feet, begging the exoneration 
from name-calling. 

Square meals and two lipped 
lavenders, will bring the aroma 
to wipe out nonexistence.