Irreconcilable

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Genderless, 
instrusive, was the withering effect, 
questioning the sex. 

Filling the space 
between body and soul, you 
sail into emptiness. 

The mistakes― 
happen in night, sleep. 
Death will drop the stars. 

Ergo, the embedded 
testes will not descend; you 
can kill the sperms of mosquitoes. 

Blueberries, haul you 
up from the darkness. 
You will find your sun now.