Immersion in a regal
carnage. Ash colored dawn
was gang-raped.
A bullet-ridden sexism
shuts out the fame.
Starts a chilling confession.
O, my orion
I adore your ruffled
stance. Do not make a kill.
Sunflower, why your
seeds were participating
in bonfire of a moon?
They came for a sexual
encounter. But found a prism
exacting a gun.
Satish Verma
