In Denial

Satish Verma

In shadows of dawn, 
there was no theme― 
on way to home. 

My agile hands were trying 
to find the sins of 
unbroken faith. 

Will you hold for sometime, 
the trembling questions 
of my parched lips? 

My deepest secret was out. I was 
preparing myself in extremis. 

Not worth speaking of, 
I was changing my path. 
You will not cry anytime. 

Here goes the culture, 
the credence of unbelieving. 
Stand by me, when I explode.