Satish Verma

Boundaries untouched- 
I held your hands. 
Peer to peer. 

The highway apart- 
we will become strangers, 
when life would beat the flower beds. 

From mountain top- 
the moon will come down, 
to ask for the way to martyrdom. 

How will I find you- 
riding on a hurricane, 
when the deluge underwhelms the bridge. 

Not made public- 
I took you in moonlight, 
celebrating the arrival of the cage.

Satish Verma