Dream Catcher

Satish Verma

Walking towards you 
prudently, lighting 
my bones, like candles 
in dark. 

For salvation. The 
lone cobbler cheats on you. 
He has placed the rough bricks 
instead of cobblestones to cover 
the surface. 

Healer has become 
avenger. Illicitly― drinks 
from the virgin eyes, to 
be called a survivor. 

The cadaver vanishes. 
There was no death of 
any Fakir. Only flower bed― 
will be the last darshan. 

You win the battle, waging 
inside you and 
forget your name.