It Was Outlandish

Satish Verma

The genial face of nephrite. 
Jade, stone of the flank, 
was becoming sectarian. 

The pain was excruciating. 
Not the evidence of god― 
an imitation love. 

The anatomy of conflict 
looks vulgar. The street fight 
comes out in open. A new born baby 

on trash bin. I will not 
ask who was the father of 
truth. Today I commit myself 

to the walking stones. There 
was no music. You are 
awakened by a loud thud. 

The god falls from a big height.