Chasing The Wild Cat Poem by Satish Verma

Pushed aside and
sequestered, like a
frieze, you hang on a wall.

From grape to grapefruit
the journey was tedious.
When you start reading the mind,
the crisis deepens.

Cannabis? Like psychoactive;
the anger rises against hyper―
male identity. A gender

based disorder. It kills
scores of cuckoos. Who will
give now, a mating call?

A prison-break. You set
free all the songs and
release the inmates of conscience.