A Revival Poem by Satish Verma

A Revival



Patenting the human genes;
fence-sitters
will ask for the god.

You will not reveal
your preferences, though
natural selection propels

you to young veins. A
self-denial comes into
play. The jade was million

years old. Taking a cue
from the fathers, a
monkey runs on the water.

Making trouble was
easier than to erect a
home for the extinct to live.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015
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