A Noble Life

Satish Verma

Taking the drugs in heavenly 
night. It is very precarious state 
to live innocently. 

The petals fall on your brows. 
You are not ready to meet the stigma. 
Pistil was wary of the human touch. 

Neoplastic. I wanted a botanical 
end. Like evening primrose, a 
yellow death facing the sun. 

The opal effect. You were changing 
colors. A precious sin to become 
a saint. Who is going to be a scapegoat? 

The bankruptcy. Uncertainty will 
overwhelm the haze. Stay indoors. 
You will not be able to make a speech.