Voicelessly

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Listening 
from the walls what 
was not sacred. 



A bipolar body― 
slaps the weird 
space, between your eyes. 



On the morning 
of new year 
a hungry panther waits. 



Before he exploded― 
himself, he wrote 
his name on boots. 



The petunias 
were always laughing 
after the rains.