Carnality

Folder: 
Satish Verma

I moan the departure 
of death, 
which was sitting in the golden 
throne after the vision. 

It had been a waging 
war between religion and sex. 
You want to align with the 
sect devising the bared gestures. 

Was it a personal vendetta 
of the god who led the thirsty 
years of man? It was a lidless 
Hibiscus who will not stop crying.