Questioning Poem by Satish Verma

Trending the nude prints,
life had been dismissive,
plucking the gray hairs from brows.

Manipulating the dopamine
the body’s odour
wafted through the cluttering limbs.

Charcoal underlines the
need of a wounded dove.
What else one needs from grain and water.

The tears will sew the lids
one day. I don’t want
to churn the sea again.

The dogfish comes on the
shores for a rebuttal.
It had never led a dog’s life.