Without Curse

Satish Verma

The animals are― 
in solid fear, 
of man. 

Fauna was in distress, 
delivering the offspring― 
to unnamed creator. 

Earthworms were 
regrouping to start burrowing 
under the mausoleums. 

Stoicism would find 
a new house. The mutiny had 
collapsed in good weather. 

Of winter and summer, 
You know the discipline of 
winds, when birds sing.