Unreadable

Folder: 
Satish Verma

It was a fake time, 
moon will not rise. 

Words were afloat 
on junk dna. 

A stonefaced pseudonym 
dies point-blank. 

The surprise, the speed 
was not on our radar. 

The ravenous siblings 
now asleep on walls. 

Naive or disingenuous. 
A sitting Buddha will decide.