Present Life

Satish Verma

It is. 
What you don't think, 
and don't want to share. Nothing. 
Kamikaze― divine wind 
destroying your crotch. 

Saffron― dried stigmas. 
The hiss of a dead shake, 
kitchen's flavor for celibates. 

Many roads to reach 
the mannequins. God is 
one. Hydra's tentacles catch 
the believers. 

I won't taste the violence 
of celestial bamboos.