Some Thinking Space

by Satish Verma   Aug 16, 2021


Asking for privacy, a
green snake becomes deviant,
and turns lunatic.

Lunacy demands innovation?
like atavism, returning
to primitiveness.

The fear becomes
your enemy. Instinct develops
to kill, to slay.

Again a beheading, you
wash your hands
with the blood of a god.

And dedicate your
life to a goddess of bodypiercing
crime, soaring high.

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