Satish Verma

The cult, the─ 
rape were also in play, 
when Icarus flew out of Crete. 

Carrying the sky 
on your shoulders when 
you were burning. 

After visitation 
I will write a poem 
on the triumph of failure. 

The dialect of body 
will tear down the bed 
unlearning the love. 

Whom would─ 
you believe in distress 
unforgiving the sword.

Satish Verma