Feeding Silkworms

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Living in a different 
reality. You wanted to confuse 
the honeybees. They were dying in large 
numbers. There was frantic search 
for the skullcaps. Power 
of the crowd was on display. 
The stingers were on prowl. 

Again the mountain 
slips. The terrain becomes pathless, 
placeless. So where to sit with a mirror? 
A tulip garden has arrived 
for inquisition. Are you ready 
to surrender your cloaks? The 
public servants will make an inventory. 

The day dreaming does not stop. 
I wait. The best is yet to come.

rachel's picture

Lovely

"Again the mountain 
slips. The terrain becomes pathless, 
placeless. "

A hauntingly beautiful sentiment