The Ground Gives Way

Satish Verma

To blunt the offence 
of beautiful pain 
you stopped remaining good. 

This was a perverse phenomenon 

wearing the straight jacket 
you try to become 
a beast. 

The glowing eyes will 
send the message to dispose off 
the headless body of 
a marbled saint. 

Someone has taken off 
the eyes. You will need 
a transplant of religion. 

I am very unhappy.