IN OUR BREASTS

Taut flesh of toxic seductress 
comes out of the skin, 
rolls in the dream. 

A century buries the neck of God 
and creates the words 
of unbroken greed for useless faith. 

A path stuns the sharp thorns. 
Nothing would stop the seeker, 
he has to annihilate the rival. 

Somebody takes an aim 
at the dancing egos 
and brings down the marvel. 

The bitter feud continues, between 
stars and moon. 
The molten lava moves like a snake.

Satish Verma