Not Water Proof Poem by Satish Verma

Not Water Proof



Stoned to death.
The rooted plants had begun
to climb the mountain.

Very hot here.
Difficult to breath in.
Why lesser flamingos were landing
on dry lake?

They enter via back door.
The multi-tuberculates.
Why the man was
running away from the orchids?

Strange, our lineage was
getting interrupted, by
smoke screens.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016
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