No Sin

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Farce, 
you think― 
you will not come back 

like Argentine 
dinosaur 
130,000 pounds 

That was 
metaphysical 

There is no space sacred, 
left to die 

No time, cause 
or substance 

You can speak to me, unspeaking 
without wires 

There is no carrot 
for the god