Searing Heat

satishverma

An ascetic dies in a shoe
spilling blood.
A surreal moon
wants to investigate –

a sectarian divide of
fraudulent sky.
And you want to be buried
under rose petals –

courting controversies
to clean the polluted river.
A lifeboat was needed
to take you for a quiz –

singing national anthem.
Emblematic,
You were sharpening
your nails.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2015 22:52
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 20


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