STOKING

Just a sip on verge, 
man was eating a mountain, 
forgetting carnations. 

A peacock sits on the belly 
of a torchbearer 
for a credible crime. 

One Buddha fails today. 
Turns around 
and goes back to his princess. 

Give me blood money 
to kill myself 
for sitting under a bo tree. 

I do not seek any bliss, do not need any home. 
The stoker will not stop hurling the insults.

Satish Verma