THE ESCAPE

Folder: 
Satish Verma

I was becoming older every day. 
Uncollecting was my mantra. 
I set my guards down, 
lake was ready to swallow me. 

Snubbing out the frills, 
never before I had become naked 
in the sun. Every bone was 
hungry, every blood raged. 

To tell the truth was a great 
achievement in the blue forest 
of lies. Birds flew, I killed none. 

Wisdom was not my partner, I 
lived with simple sentences, 
ever grateful to naïve errors.