The Nightmares

Satish Verma

Like Sequoia, 
you wanted to grow tall. 

But fear of fall 
and right to die 
become two opposite poles. 

Keeping the death 
alive, you turn psycho― 
magnifying the departure. 

And desires reflect scars. 
The dreams fall 
like ninepins. 

The sheep, the lamp, the 
snow, you forget, 
where you wanted to go.