A Dream After The Demise

Satish Verma

Man becomes a bee 
assaulting a rosebud. 
Death, do not punish for unlived years 
when Budha was sitting inside me. 

At center stage a dance begins 
wading through salvia and absinthes. 
The soil craves for the roots, 
lake was not deep enough to sail. 

Stem cells resume the debate 
tapping the amniotic fluid. 
Salt lick becomes lethal in midnight syndrome. 
It was a tall claim. 

The beards hang in rows, testing 
the impatience of the system. A line 
of funerals becomes longer, on burning beach, 
where god and beast meet in dark.