Prescience

by Satish Verma

There was no colour in the nude
and skin-deep fire was raging
not leaving much of a trail.

A Janus cat,
that is our man of polity
with two faces.

Walking alone at midnight,
that is larger than life, on
death of a galaxy, where -

the crack of dawn meets
dandelion to decide the course
of bloody day. They were -

coming in huge lots to kneel
and kiss the hands of their master,
who will leave his signature -

in deep cleavage. Who was
guarding the doorway to
my sleep?

01-Mar-2013

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