Giving A Miss

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Backlash of scars 
becomes glamorous. 
It was not my fault. 

Pulverized temple― 
rebuilds the god lying 
in dust. 

Miracles are no more 
relevant. You treat the ending 
as part of rebirth. 

Breasts plundered― 
galaxies were ready to 
reglitter the dark moons. 

Why to hide anything, 
when you don't possess 
any earthly gifts?