A Day Was Crying

Satish Verma

Can you define this relationship? 

In a tumultuous city 
I was missing… 
But in this absence I become whole. 
A chemical clock becomes awry. 

Night was my poem 
I was writing for the moon 
and throwing a handful of dust 
to meet the dust. 

Black flamingo will not 
eat tonight. Wading through the 
water, its will broken, 
searching the pink eyes. 

How do I catch you when 
you have flown away?