Any Dilemma

Satish Verma

Kiss me hard― 
defending your poverty. 
It was a flawless depression. 

Do not need any sand-storm 
to cover the jutting bones. 
Time was full of tragedies. 

Did you ever hear of― 
the fences in a divided house? 
The prayers without words? 

Drunk in a moonless― 
night, of the unheard voices, 
you stumble on Ars Poetics. 

More wreaths for the 
forgotten lover of letters. 
Life moves on.