Sui Generis
Looting after the earthquake:
I have wrecked myself
on my own terms.
Bringing down the edifice
of human cult,
the man has come in the
spin of richtor scale.
Why does a crisis tears up the mask
and animal comes out?
An insect will wait for the hidden
dust to settle till dawn.
Along the rim, a glacier
has collided with an iceburg.
Now eyes do not hold water.
It is raining.
poem by Satish Verma
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