satishverma

DIARY

He went under pile of words 
to tie the thread of understanding 
but was stoned to death. 

They put the piglets in liquid nitrogen 
for future generations to study. 
The point of departure had come. 

Navel-gazing was the best pastime 
for the commander whose sepoys 
were fighting the battle for freedom. 

I have to say something which I need not 
say. The fight is gone from the bleeders. 
World was moving towards the poles. 

We should talk about looking, not only 
owning up our blunders. The import of 
saying No has been cooked under the small Yes.

Satish Verma