NEW GENERATION

One’s existence was threatened 
by the overseeing iguana like crested disguise. 
Repressive, explosive eyes. You 
are trapped in words beneath bewitching 
smile. The ‘V’ sign for violence 
becomes more obvious. That hits 
you in face. 

The eastern wind is blowing. Cold and chilly. 
An odyssey of massacre and blood bath. 
The mayhem of democratic jam. Fingers 
crossed, we wait for a miracle to happen. 
Someone turns back the tide and sharp knives 
are taken out from the flesh. A diminutive man 
wears giant shoes, prepares for a long jump. 

Donor of the egg was unknown 
surrogate mother was on price.

Satish Verma