Satish Verma asked:


Unable to flee from ensconced self,

he wanted to say something,

between yes and no.

Between yes and yes, he said no.

Tried to become dauntless

which he was not.

Picked up an accurate timing

for a weird ritual

for burning his fingers.

Between faith and cogitating

he wanted a dignified retreat.

It was straining the beautiful wing

body cracking up eternity, in flight

nothing hardens up. Clouds want

something to happen, rain or sleet,

Of course the pledge was hot and bleak.

Nemesis was a secret fear, blind, unorthodox.

Highr”way was blocked for miles,

–”

so far away and so near,

moon was coming on a cloud.

SATISH VERMA