My Angst Poem by Satish Verma

An obsession
to betray many faces
of man.

Likening you
with Venus only, who had
defeated the half-clad religion.

No scarves to hide
the bald earth. I was
at peace in my roots.

Or you can choke me
to die in a gas chamber
metaphysically, destroying your being.

An ocean
in my eyes. Can you gauge
its depth? Raised in water
I will go with water.

I become upset
when you don't speak in sun
like tall peaks of Himalayas.