Jungle Jungle

Satish Verma

For ethnicity 
draped in gasoline 
you burn the sky. 

Who was fighting a 
jungle abandoning 
every thought? 

Step aside, 
mirror, Oh mirror, 
I am going up in heap of flames. 

This self-annihilation. 
Will it take you to 
promised heaven of deaf gods? 

The dust, the heat, the soot. 
They are going to blacken your 
entrals. How will you come out in moon?