Will Meet Again

Satish Verma

Arranging for a sniper
in murder land―
to buy peace.

Human voices were

You look absolutely
cozy in fragrant mode,
sitting eyes wide open, under
the jasmine shrub.

Raising the conscience
money for no guilt.

Now sit beside me and
listen to the pinnacle crumbling.

Naked as a moon, I don't need
clouds to cover my scars.
A watertight, flawless promise
with destiny was made of―

Incontrovertible friendship.