INVENTION

Finally I found myself. 
This book of life 
had never been the same. 

Who had invented God 
from the pilfered version? 
I say my prayers aggrieved. 

Again solitude murmurs. 
This twisted world 
indulging in phallic worship. 

The huge torch in your hand 
lights the ugly feet 
leaving footprints on dignity. 

Blood bath of humming-birds 
on the sand dunes of silence. 
Children are frightened. 

Hungrily I follow the scent.

Satish Verma