PARTY

In search of peace 
he burnt down his books, 
living precariously, 
as colors were shifting. 

After the disengagement 
there was anger and chaos. 
In the swirl of mudslides 
the mountains stood erect & high. 

Caste, color and creed 
on coffee table, 
for a birthday party of democracy. 
A drone fell on the crowd. 

The maniac depression divides 
the butterflies into pathless lies. 
The grass was blue 
and sky was red.

Satish Verma