Satish Verma

O my Master! 
I am breaking rank, 
with space and cosmos. 

The scorched earth 
wants another moon, 
another sun. 

The blue abyss 
invites for a final plunge. 
I may find my stars. 

O my pain! 
give me more needles 
more bites. 

On a platter 
you carry the severed title 
of my poem.

Satish Verma