Never Wanting

Folder: 
Satish Verma

The weight of the ideology 
flattens your upheaved chest. 
You speak, what you did not want to say. 

A fake hunger and pseudo-demands, 
put you on the pathless clouds. 
How would you now fly towards the sun? 

The polarization was deliberate, 
to usurp the authority. Blue jays 
have refused to join gangs. 

A faded document tells about 
your missteps. A bunch 
of eunuchs have come to guard the palace. 

Black versus black will 
not brighten the screen. One third of 
generation had the criminal record.