Welcoming New Era

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Wearing the red bandanna, 
you tried to manipulate the bedrock. 
Life had been never the same for me. 

The ferry sinks the riding 
deity in midstream. In polytheism, 
I never had my own god. 

O the chemistry of love has 
changed. Meatless, my skiny arms, 
lift the sage of fallen moon in darkness. 

I am not ready to conclude 
as yet, my epic of fragmented truth. 
We were fighting the wars of lame lies. 

Who would spare me to become 
immortal in stones? Let us not start the 
annihilation of sane shadows in the poem.