Skipping The Steps

Satish Verma

A tree waits to hug me 
after shedding the 
leaves. The man 

becomes a child, entwining 
the snaking trunk 
for a brush with infinity. 

The supreme dedication 
become humane, enough 
to kill the non-man. 

A lethal mix of 
parodies brings a comic 
relief to sparring partners. 

After all you discover 
the white fog, god-made 
to unlisten the lyrics.