Questioning Again Poem by Satish Verma

Questioning Again



Writing,
a blood code.
Manipulating the taint.

Path,
towards the violence,
had the tribal instinct.

Scent,
of testosterone,
was the key thread.

You,
will not know, what
I conceive of the coming onslaught.

Constellation,
was ready to strike.
I am not myself today.

O, life, we will never know each other.

Saturday, May 9, 2015
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