Poetry

Blood and bones
become qualification
watching and being watched.

Eyes in introspection
incubation
waking the black dawn.

Anguished
blank stares, after dispossession
collapse on the hills in confusion-

umpteen times. Ontogeny
repeats filial love
after parental loss.

Monofloral we stay,
you cannot do anything
except to collect the honey.

Shot in the face, my name.
The next tragedy
begins at home!

Break the cutlery
there is no water,
frogs will not jump today.



Satish Verma