In Penitence

Satish Verma

you blow off the earthen lamp 
after the night vigil. 

Still stranger 
to dark, you start self-destruction 
in holy violence. 

Was there any life 
before death? You encounter 
the crucified truth. 

Now you wear the blue lake 
to meet the moon― 
in a forlorn sky. 

I let you see 
the falling star. It's heat 
had savaged me.