Satish Verma
MORTAL BLUES
That satanic streak
of tireless undressing
of a hapless monarch.
Wings were gone. Cannot fly
across the tree
of hypocricy.
A footmat for the suicidal jump
from the elegant hierarchy
to grainy lies.
Why are you turning ungreen?
You will dig up the temple
without god?
Satish Verma
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