The cult <br />catches you <br />like a black hole. <br /> <br />You cannot scale the walls - <br />slide back <br />in a crucible. <br /> <br />Like fried insects <br />crisp and dry. <br />Witch-hunt starts. <br /> <br />Sky was blue <br />in eyes, <br />winds will divide the space. <br /> <br />Do you need a mediator <br />to read between the lines? <br />To cross the fence? <br /> <br />Who sucked me dry? <br />Who leeched me white? <br />Death holds me green!<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holds-me-green/
