NOTHING VERSE

Night was not worth 
selling the womb. Biological warheads 
were sufficient to take on 
the gender eugenesis. 
People were busy again, in worshipping 
the archaic weapons. 

What is holding them together? 
The fear of extinction? Or the celiac trauma 
depriving them of all the healthy nutrients. 
The warrior is dead, only his long nose 
is still smelling the foul odors 
of hate and strife. 

The beetles are coming and the caterpillars, 
swarming over the beds. Where will you 
sleep now? And beyond was the life wasted, 
and darkness. On mantel are standing 
the empty frames of future, trying 
to hold the lava, back and forth.

Satish Verma