satishverma

sui generis

Looting after the earthquake: 
I have wrecked myself 
on my own terms. 

Bringing down the edifice 
of human cult, 
the man has come in the 
spin of richtor scale. 

Why does a crisis tears up the mask 
and animal comes out? 
An insect will wait for the hidden 
dust to settle till dawn. 

Along the rim, a glacier 
has collided with an iceburg. 
Now eyes do not hold water. 
It is raining.

Satish Verma