Beware Of The Peaks

To repel the slice of
hope, the patriarch
falls midway.

Pushed to the end of
leaf, a moth is propelled
in the mouth of deeps.

The boat starts sinking
in the age of doubts
and dementia. You

will need to manage
your fires. A hollow
rustling of slogans will,

not repeal the canorous
sounds coming from the
orgy. Life takes a turn.

It asks for an insane man
to change the world.

Satish Verma