Satish Verma

On the edge, 
you receive the onslaught 
of moonlight. 

Drummed and sawed, 
you take up the challenge 
and move on. 

In rains 
the dreams wash the rainbow 
inviting the Iris. 

Tonight, you 
will have an audience 
will the estranged god. 

A taper 
in the sun wants its 
place on the moon.

Satish Verma