Parthenogenesis

by Satish Verma   Jun 6, 2016


The way back it worked
the pretention,
the parthenogenesis.

Now we are lying
without any affair, in self-deception.
The belief has no walls.

The truth inside and the truth outside -
there is no placenta in between,
foetus dies in the womb.

Unpleading, immaculate, zen
bleeds in chips.
My god is lying dead.

My butterflies have gone,
perched on moon
I am looking for stars.

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  • 7 years ago

    by J Nair

    Dear Mr.Verma,

    Are we referring to the religious belief in miraculous
    births like the children of Kunti, or the ideology behind the birth of Jesus. what is the reference to, of the immaculate Zen - bleeding in chips.

    How intriguing is the poem, how i wish you would explain a bit of what you write.

    Really thought provoking.
    Jay

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