ARRIVAL

Between she and he 
and sexuality swoops a gender 
patenting a word, as it is, 
at the birth’s door pretending to 
be a kiss of radical thought. 
Mediocrity always has an intentionality 
with colored plumage, a passionate 
dance before the final plunge of 
a true love. Black or white, somebody 
is etching a dangerous scar on the skin 
of a maimed girl. Myalgia of a 
nation like a lipless epic on the 
while book which cannot be completed. 
I wanted to believe in never tomorrow.

Satish Verma