unrearthing the fallen saint 
you wash your feet 
and enter the temple of forgotten god: 

cult of escapc from 
tangled half- truths 
with dramatic entry of hysterics 

you fail to accept yourself, 
the grieving death – mask 
transcends a fresco 

labyrinthine, spacey 
soul-sick mates 
disputing for no things 

the unstained shirt 
reminds the absence 
you bake a new recipe

Satish Verma