Riding the back of a sensual saint <br />a white tiger <br />was turning the human genome <br />into ashes. <br />The moon was climbing up. <br /> <br />Snips were becoming tainted. <br />Decoding the helix has brought down the god <br />into a module. <br />I am encircling the basic truth. <br />Sky is turning dark. <br /> <br />Saffron bull has broken the golden gate. <br />Blood is spilled on the sidewalk <br />lined with marigolds. <br />I am standing alone on a pathless beach. <br />Sea has sent back the harvest of grief. <br /> <br />From the periphery agitation starts. <br />Center has no choice. Absolutely <br />self-ending-in-self. Each breath comes discreetly <br />deep in the ravines of soul. <br />Neighbours were watching.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neighbours-watch/
