STUPIDITY

Today, 
go undivine 
with me and remain untouched, 
in dwindling love of faith. 

A forerunner of nothingness 
in a theological mess, 
breaking the mirrors 
in a slaughter house, finding 
a god. 

Collecting ruins of sounds, 
veils, traversing the fecundity 
of words, phrases. 

Night was encroaching upon. 
You hear the destruction of lianas. 
Hold your wings 
and listen to your blood, threadbare.

Satish Verma