ADOLESENCE
They did not help him
his golden gods
pull him out of the marshy land.
And threw him behind the walls with spikes
of uncertain inside.
A pain in chest
was different from heartache
now nothing will happen.
He was many, now he is one
alone in a jungle of others.
Will he come out from dirty sentences
and create a rebirth?
Civility was not important
now he will unclothe
for reflowering.
Once upon a time he worshipped himself
and became on angel.
Thank you, it was not sufficient
best seller of the world
I hate you, will wait
till you come out of the clouds.
SATISH VERMA
