VIGILANCE

Folder: 
Satish Verma

The sellout of an identity 
was complete. 
You were standing on your 
blood.

Scarce was the remorse 
in your eyes, 
after killing your 
verse. 

Bipedal activity has been 
ruined. 
And you were crawling 
on all fours. 

You are glorifying the 
sex, 
forgetting the brides of 
jungle. 

Can you walk upright, 
stay clean 
and stop eating the dialogues?