KLEPTOMANIAC

This kitsch 
makes you hollow, 
kleptomaniac. 
You become blind in green 
ready to make a dumb leap 
from tall cliff. 

Contempt for climactic throats. 
The man walks on water 
to meet death in icebox. 

Pink torch like royal command signals, 
black white moon enters a sober cloud 
beyond the vibrations. 

Now was the chance to kill 
the light, fixing the graves. 
One day the laughter was alive.

Satish Verma