Uncanny Feeling

Folder: 
Satish Verma

It was a strange experience 
coming out of the body 
to understand the death. 

And I watched a train 
whistling by― 
then I understood, 

time will not wait for me. 
I started running 
against the moon― 

to forget the empty dream, 
catching a fever. 
I am still burning― 

in grass, collecting 
the dew, falling 
from the misty night.