MELTDOWN

Unveiled, 
the moon will find you 
after morose beginning 
of becoming – me 

Homophobia creeps in, 
beyond the condemnation, 
the incompleteness. 

You walk straight in the arms 
of contradiction, confusion 
smearing the wall 
with your crimson, nihilistic words. 

Every other person 
a demi – god 
stands on your fears, sends whispers 
down your ears. 

To abdicate the colleagues 
of dawn. 



Satish Verma