Drawing A Circle

Satish Verma

Nudging the contempt, 
he wanted to become 
homeless again. 

I had never seen 
such human insanity. 
Hate me now― 
I was your sin. 

You made it easy, 
making my nest empty. 
There was a colossal waste. 

The salt was 
becoming scarce. Night and 
moon were going to break 
the hills. 

The cost of life 
was falling. Diana― the huntress 
will not shoot any arrows. 
Artemisia was no more sacred.