At Precipice Poem by Satish Verma
At Precipice
There was soft
purring. Inviting but malicious,
when you entered the cave.
A bittersweet encounter.
Quantified. A new dna print
after a cyber attack.
Another turn of the Venus.
The whole world
has never been the same.
Anatomy of violence
was shaping the
future bêtes noires.
Stupid thing, our roots
still commingled with dust
searching the stone-deaf god.
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