Wasting Of Faith

Satish Verma

Annihilating your 
own minarets to meet 
the god once. 

Little time left to make the score. 

The climbdown has started 
absolute and final. 

The methane was 
spilling out.You need a matchstick. 

Awful.You cannot see 
the kitchen fire.Where was 
the sanctity? 

A noble cause.Dousing 
the flames, to leave a naked 
body of truth. 

Don't split the hearts.Only 
give the shrouds.Faces 
must not be seen