Do you object to 
sexual encounters in the clan 
to save a semi-god 
from extinction? 
A political consideration? 
For you becoming an otherself 
for future generation? 
I will not return to the cave 
for a bell jar of bones in 
the dominion of nature. 
The creamy layer of bats 
in dark, pursing the lips 
to give a truth curdling lie. 
I think, I should not think 
of sun, water and clouds 
and of mundane predictions.
Satish Verma
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