Author Information
In Fog
Folder:
Satish Verma Cannot see through,
when you
take different avtars.
Deeply quiet, I want
to be defeated
in your hands,
like a small Buddha.
Who walks in my poems
when the god fails?
When the blueprint
appears on the moon, I empty
my glass of Aconite.
The snake sleeps for
my self-esteem.
Here and there,
I find you in every rhyme.
After the dawn
whispers would die.
