The Immaculate Descent

Satish Verma

The God refuses to accept 
the infant universe. 
After the elusive cues, there were 
antique radiations to prove 
that there was a diplomatic suicide. 

A bit of grass, 
some moon, little water 
of eyes, the eternal embrace and 
life starts earnestly in the 
qualms of terror. 

Washed out on the shores, comes 
the body of liberty. The blood caked 
limbs will tell you the tale 
of tribal instinct, of mankind to 
destroy the self, the 
vessel and the sea.