A NONSENSICAL POEM

Wrestling with a theological
puzzle, I would like to talk
about the nature of God. He was sitting
besides me. The man has
become arrogant, he said, I want to quit.

Were you afraid of
becoming a narcissist, while
eating a daffodil?

Convivial.
I was trying to listen to the lunatic's story.
The other side of the indiscretion. The
corpse comes alive
after resuscitation. The bones in
desert started laughing. There was
a chorus of cricket's symphony
and hopping toads
became friends with stray dogs.

Satish Verma