satishverma

MY GOD

it was widening, 
the rift, between waves and ocean: 
the resilience of depth was going 
to challenge the height of winds 

on the beach 
i stand against the sun 
empowered to face a solar eclipse 
unreal, something was sinister in the 

shape of the house, 
the child walks whole life to find 
a door, the shock of the rape of a 
moon in a prayer room, i drown 

in birth of vision, 
the hump of knives, in throats and 
speech, you want freedom to pack the 
dead body of floral tribute of words

Satish Verma