Distressing Call

Satish Verma

Fear returns to 
glass jars. The generic gap 
flutters in narrow 

The caged image. Regency 
starts burning. The 
divide widens. Your fidgety 
fingers roll the stiletto. 

Premonition. You condone 
the crucifixion, beheadings. I 
heal the broken limbs, 
punctured hearts. 

The striped, elegant walk 
on the ramp. I dream of 
empty bowls. The rubber 
mannequin smiles.