Do Not Throw The Stones

by Satish Verma   Nov 25, 2020

Living in a wax palace
and deliberately-
firing it.

The beseeching fault
of life. It demands pure

Self-consciously I
pick up the glossy cowries,
with beautiful patterns
and play my childhood.

How come, the style
remains the same as that
of a butcher or a saint?

The humiliating defeat
in the hands of a dirty character-
becoming a class.

The cradle rocks. A new-
born theme is thrown out.


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