Theme: Life

Until I Arrive

Stunning yourself, 
after setting ablaze, 
circumbulating the tied down god in center, 
you start a death dance 

for the wasted limbs. How far the 
self-immolation was justified 
for the young pond of hyacinths? 
And as I moved away from this stupidity, 

the rains arrived to fill the streams; 
glaciers decided not to melt away. 
Time stopped me in my tracks to hold 
my pen firmly and open the craft page. 

Here the street now burns to make 
sufferings taller than rewards. You 
lie still in the sea of blue pains, waiting 
to set fire to strawberries.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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