Eaten By White Ants

Satish Verma

Downy mildew, 
blinks. The sun 
will not come back 
to rein in its own might. 

The temple gold, 
has come for sale― 
in bazaar. 
On the balcony, stand 
bystanders to witness the free fall. 

The black door, 
plays hide-and-seek 
with light. 
Green eyes will now 
bargain for hips.