Tall Slogans

Satish Verma

A futile attempt to go 
for a collection spree. 
You got only the numbers. 

It had to happen. The drums were beating. 

The minority suffers 
in the hands of many gods. 

Between the black 
and white, will it be last battle? 

Temples were asked to 
give the details of divine― 
winds and the red moons. 

There was a spiritual conflict, 
without giving any purpose. 
You cannot dissect 
my poems.