DISCLAIMER

A brush with pain of chest 
starts recalibrating the fog of eyes. 
World has come a long way 

from a child’s brain to prepare 
an indigenous bomb 
for a roaring ascent. 

Where my son, you want to go 
in trees of words? The temperatures 
are rising to widen the scope 

of violence. Every one was 
claming to be a terrorist 
for bringing the peace on earth. 

let the party begin. 



Satish Verma