Satish Verma

The danger lurks in corner. 
After double helix, 
Now cobalt pencil writes 
the history of mankind. 

Dirty bomb gives determinate 
meaning of peace. I turn back 
to be eaten alive. Like a blade of grass 
you bend for the cuckoo. 

Rattle snake in a jar or in bush 
strikes awe. Everything comes to 
naught when you move faster along 
with teeth. 

Suspended beans unhulled, were bent 
upon to obliterate the white roots 
suspended in air. I purse 
my lips to kiss a rope.

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