Foetus Was Not Moving

Satish Verma

The mood-lifters 
you will need, when 
night falls and the poems 
start howling. 

The crisp massacre 
of golden dreams, and you 
start disposing off the defunct philosophy. 

The myths of heaven 
and hell, causing the colossal 
anxiety.A dog walks past 
a dead body, near the burned temple. 

This is the world apart, where 
you opened the book for 
an eye hole.Then you suck the images. 

The pebble in the pond 
starts moving.No water was left 
to wash the dirty idols.

and_hera_met_zeus's picture

This poem is full

of haunting symbolism.  Excellent write.