Ashes Of Hate Poem by Satish Verma

Melting in the cauldron to feed,
until later, I will seek you
in parallel interpretations.
Presently, thoughts are very disturbing.

Human rights for animals
caged in peals
of god realization.
I was thinking to quit the stage.

Symptoms are horrific.
Neoplasm was spreading.
I am scared of the plague.

Sweet corns of sex:
million pieces smile,
drained out healing?

Who will save the river?
Discharges are crippling
the soft limbs,
the truth.

Man walks, shudders, falls
wants to rise again,
from the ashes of hate.