From When To Where

by Satish Verma   Apr 2, 2022


In deep bottom,
at first light, I
will give you a call.

Because, I was only bones,
muscles worn out in hymns
and the nudes were?
putting on the masks.

You will not deliver?
a denial, nor you will
put forward the Buddhist stance.

Like a curling fern you
want to go in dark shade?
eyes shut.

The circus of stunted men
and lady birds?
will go on unabated.

I swear by fire,
The battered umbilicus will
not bear any gods.

A miraculous escape. I
will not eat your
flesh, hot and red.

We start hitting each other

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