Rains will not come to my land.
Bisexuality starts a slut walk.
Blackbucks were hungry.
The stray dogs were barking
at moon. Into the night goes
the snake without any truth.
Nearly over the scooped –
protection of virginity
against the dazzling hirsutism.
Lost fortune of the flaunted
Buddha. I have no legs
to bow down before the pale god.
This is the sex: there are
strawberries. Have a pick
of comets, bleeding.
Satish Verma
