Satish Verma

Sheer drop of lightning 
takes the brown 
land by storm. 

The cult grows― 
in the hills for 
the wolf to stay. 

There was no healing 
ceremony after 
the snake bites. 

The bodies are revered with thyme, 
when the moon 
dips, before dawn. 

The natives 
were ready to abandon 
the glory of man made world.