satishverma

Not Like Anybody

Sometimes you want to 
walk to the gallows, 
for my sins. 

It was a big fight 
over the organ stop, but 
I had a different version. 

Living in mirror had 
become a charm. At least 
you were visiting me daily. 

Like sniper fire. 
It was a volley of bad names 
for a nameless, nearer home. 

In quest of fear to 
understand the unknown, I 
have sacrificed my birds of night.