Made On Earth

Satish Verma

You by yourself, 
will become me― 
one day. 

I am standing― 
lone, with 
body planet. 

The intrinsic design― 
of ampersand 
falters. And 

partition of soul 
begins. The mutation 
from the dust to schism takes place. 

Where tears cannot 
reach, the poem 
will carry the message.