Toeless Journey
The hawk was always hatching
a pacer,
to spin the surveillance,
tampering the tracks of violence.
The haul was heavy. Moon and fishes
went on to spread the dragnet
striking gold from the liquid
denials. The sovereignity was
violated of a virgin god.
The rule of drinking was sidelined.
Kiss will survive after the death opens
the back door of a globe.
Dreams are exhausted. There will
be no comeback of a star player
in the game of bloody manipulations.
poem by Satish Verma
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