By Grace

Folder: 
Satish Verma

I can only offer you small things―
like a coma,
a full stop.
Parenthesis―
or a hyphen.

To lit up the sparks
in visuals.
And no page was left unread
of my life.

Walk and talk
with me― to unsolve
the twisted humps
of times.

Your assets
had failed you.

You stand alone not to return back.