Walking In Woods

Satish Verma

This spectrum. 
No it will not work. 
I am not there in the 
shade, smoke filled barn, or― 
in secular morgue. 
Stubble burning was 
like legend of war. 
How do I shut the 
door of diamond moon― 
in the kingdom of 
weeping night? 
An animal in you 
will not sleep, claiming the 
innocence of baby steps. 
A virginal vanity. 
Nobody stops you to 
display the grains of salt. 
Would you listen to the land, 
flight of words― 
passage of time?