satishverma

VIRULENCE

scape without a name 
scepter of a colossus 
merge in a yellow boom 
between hunch and a knife, 

to keep shut the glassy lips 
from red stares 
a secret of an anonym 
scripting sunset 

the stacked neurotransmission 
of millions of texts 
with quietus 
not to return back without the foe’s skull 

a hollowness reverberates 
while indifference talks 
of moon’s lair 
nor a dwindling shoulder – 

and the tigers have disappeared 
from sanctury

Satish Verma