Satish Verma

Read it, 
or do not read 
the road map. 
Something has eaten into your wings. 
You will not be able to fly 
in the silent valley. 

The clay gardens. 
You always loved, the eccentricity. 
A meltdown 
refrains the sequenced 
shyness. There will be 
no moon tonight.

Satish Verma