Pointed Claws

By: Satish Verma

POINTED CLAWS

Seal your lipless mouth
and talk with your eyes
weather has changed.

Tired of living with scarves
covering your screwed up head.
Probity of god men, like nettle
was stuck on your skin
with perennial rash and itch.

Crabs, eat your plate, pills
and greens. Hunger was underside
of your ills. Do not think of soul.

Dip your fingers in blood
and write the names of climbs.
Pointed claws will helps you
reach the summit.

SATISH VERMA

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