The Woods Are Burnıng

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Removing the husk 
I want you to find the grain; 
become yourself. 

The space between thoughts 
must increase. 
I am trying to widen – 

the scope of death. Something 
was alive in shadows. 
The fiction was rising. 

Dust and clouds will blast 
together. I want to meet 
the snowcapped peaks of sadness- 

which brings the human- 
face of flesh eaters. No bones 
were left to fight for.