End Of The Beginning

Satish Verma

Being cheated by
a moon in dark night
of winter.

A corruption of
my name makes you

Would you ever know
the spirit of surrender,
without giving yourself away?

In the start, there
were no signs. Only eye contact
with adrenaline rising.

Because I will not
know you, sparingly
silent footfalls
of rain will overwhelm.

There are shadows
growing under your eyes.