MINACIA

Dismentaling the menace 
very discreetly, the matchmakers 
walked over the hurricane to bring 
back showers. 

Unreachable, moon was smiling 
in the blue sky. The maidens were busy 
in observing a fast to get a muse. 
A million stars went on counting the sins. 

Innocent milk will fill up the breasts 
of waiting mothers whose children 
were coming back from the front. The 
shadows were changing with weather. 

Inertia of dust turns into a sculptor, 
with eyesless sight. A mask falls 
from a reclining god. 



Satish Verma