I will listen to me one day
and stop uncoming.
A waxing moon was watching.
With a kiss at dawn
all the gods were stolen.
Like you were changing
the depth of water.
There was no ceremony,
after landing on the
burning temple. Priest was
mauled and goddess
will never come back.
Wheels are sunk.
Chariot was impounded.
Sun was hesitant to move.
You can come on
tiptoes. I will wait
till eternity in blue fog.
Earth was not behaving
like godmother.
Satish Verma