NAKEDNESS

Dying piece by piece in shock – 
a life without a mutiny. 
Walking amidst blue kraits 
you never raised the stick. 

Of extinct possibilities in the night 
of unmanned crossing- 
the blood streaked globe goes on 
revolving round the blazing sun. 

Short legged pygmies waving 
to tall peaks of ice from the 
burnt-out shelters, to learn 
obedience again. 

Crushed and upturned, we lost 
each other in the jungle of 
uncertainties. Peeled off skin 
made us afraid of each other.

Satish Verma