Quite Palpable

satishverma

In a wasp moment― 
alone with myself 
I was struggling to find the signs. 

This was an out-of-body 
war, a preemptive 
strike to wipe off the imperial 
message of unknown. 

Was it the fault and 
sludge of the common man to override 
the gratuity of existence? 

The primal animus still 
goes on. Meaningless, you 
repeat the mantras, all of them 
to appease Kali. 

Like an adult, punched 
in face, you want to start again 
the ontogeny. 

Do you believe in black art? 
A sculptor will never become extinct!

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 23rd, 2019 20:32
  • Category: Nature
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