Pain Of Shingles

Satish Verma

Hiding behind the faces, 
you had pushed me to the edge. 
Now Himalayas were weeping. 

The self-mutilation 
starts. Human body and mind 
collide like tectonic plates. 

There was no rape in 
sacred marriage. Do you know the 
anxiety and depression are not 
only the human traits? 

Psychosis. The obscenity 
does not leave, and the language 
starts dying. You block the 
road. Nobody was going to leave 
the doomed plains.