A SMILE WAS RAPED

A pinch of moon
in the glass of my wine.

I was looking at xerophytes
in timeless zone.

Like vampire bats hanging
down from a branch, till eternity.

What a tenacity, I would say.
The world was not going to end.

I would also not like the continuity
of any drift or agitation.

You make the water silted.
Truth of baby innocense─

takes birth again and again
even the dark energy or

dark matter overwhelms.

Satish Verma