Some Thinking Space

Satish Verma

Asking for privacy, a 
green snake becomes deviant, 
and turns lunatic. 

Lunacy demands innovation― 
like atavism, returning 
to primitiveness. 

The fear becomes 
your enemy. Instinct develops 
to kill, to slay. 

Again a beheading, you 
wash your hands 
with the blood of a god. 

And dedicate your 
life to a goddess of bodypiercing 
crime, soaring high.