Satish Verma


Many Headed Snake


The spat between the hydra
and sea,
was the end of perfect relationship.

Now an unqualified, unknowing-
will take on the depression.

Were you feeling liberated? I would ask the moment.

Let us delete
the faces and go to war
without limbs.

This was a summer afternoon.
The books are in cauldron-

and you are praying alone.



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