Can you come outside of you? 
The dream inside a dream 
of the show. It must go on. 
For prudence of plucking 
from singularity of indifference, 
of mooning. 
Once upon a moon in timeless moon 
a green snake entered the moon 
existing in a personal poison. 
The pink, the yellow, the mauve 
lilies, in a circle 
going anti-clockwise 
to dig out a black panther 
in grass. 
Of conjugal loyalty 
in a fresco, when 
color will not penetrate 
the wall; 
that wall – 
remained dirty!
Satish Verma
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