A Nondescript Night

Satish Verma

The quality drops. You 
look at the sky. 
A juvenile moon was 
following us. 

The intention was not very 
clear. To shake off the tail, 
we went behind the bushes― 
to understand ourselves. 

The ennui was taking a 
big toll. The roots were becoming 
robotic. Cannot negotiate an issue. 

Seedless, you cannot 
impregnate. No thoughts― 
no poems. 

But then the life has so 
many giggles. 

You can start reading a murder.