UNBELIEVING

Today gives me an ethernal hurting 
of the raging night, my moon had crashed 
on the wings of flamingoes 

While saying farewell to crying winds of the 
creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy 
shores of silence, another watchman of sweets. 

Impared longing till it starts burning 
under the eyes, so I am the priest and I am the god 
of wasteland incisible in drifting dust 

Of voicelessness on the doors of schizophrenia 
in order to stay dane amist the freedom of violence 
of uncaught heydays of drag queens in transgender 

Era of dragons and quivering flash of tempers 
between breasts of hills in a green sky it would 
be sleepless mystry of gullible hounds

Satish Verma