Moment Of Hubris

Satish Verma

the past, systematically, 
you reach the core, 
of undoing. 

A curse hangs― 
over the empty cup. 
Now you can fill it 
with tears. 

Space shrinks. 
Eternal memory of 
losing your faith― 
brings in the damaged truths. 

Stick and carrot― 
both survive. 
It was not, it was, 
the liberation.