Lying On A Slab

Belly crawl after a dance.
Carnivores were ready
to jump on flesh.

That underground beauty
still believes in
battle of flowers -

skirting the hills. I am
at loss of words,
to describe the burial -

of a strongman. Misreading
a child god, he still
posits a human clause.

Darkness challenges the rival.
Death for a believer
of a spiteful cult.

Into the hole, a snake hides.
It is miracle, that
you are still reciting.

poem by Satish Verma
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