Satish Verma

The euphemism goes― 
beyond the soft 
feather, becoming weightless. 

You must put it in 
the hysteria, after the 
laughing gas was released. 

The triumph and defeat 
of the rising breasts― 
ultimately gave in against, 
the coronation. 

The brooms were in plenty 
to sweep the rubble 
after the sky fell― 

between the old 
and young.