In Praise Of Unknowing

Folder: 
Satish Verma

The unthinkable, 
has happened. 
I am still alive. 

After the harvest 
moon, there were― 
many aspirants, 

to reach the Mars, 
when a lynx left the 
pug marks on their chests. 

First snow went 
deep in asylum. 
All gates were locked.