satishverma

DIRTY TIME

Depth of a bruised sea 
rising from the surface 
overwhelms the dumb shore 

shining 
for impossible tomorrow 
golden sand, the locked door. 

History repeats amnesia 
for a depressed meniscus 
shifts the nameplate. 

Here was laid the image of 
priestlees god of dusty face 
small dreams. 

The book remains incomplete 
who wrote the contents 
for blank pages?

Satish Verma