The Debauchery

Satish Verma

This age of depression― 
Do you hear― 
the unheard sounds? 

I always bleed― 
in the books. Some words 
won't stay for the sake of propriety. 

Nothing is held back, 
not even modesty. The biggest 
savagery, of being a human. 

And a flock of ravens will 
go on hungry, 
not feeding on debased carrion. 

The baby moon will 
not smile. History has 
cheated us out of the truth. 

The heat, noises and 
dust. Every face was covered 
in soot. I cannot recognize myself.