Satish Verma

This was an illegal kill 
between you and me. 
I will abdicate― 
my headstone. 

The black eyes keep on staring 
at the orange wings. 
Butterflies presage 
the quake's qualms. 

Very unsettled, I was, 
against the odds. I was trying 
to figure out my― 
new passage. 

Slaughtered with a sickle, 
a faith lies― 
bleeding, I bring out the 
cannabis for peace.