satishverma

PRIZEFIGHT

Time zone had become acidic. 
Wear the chador softly. 
Moon is coming out. 

Down rushing 
stillness croons. 
Someone is going to outwit the night. 

A night bird weighs the wind. 
Why do you stand alone? 
Desires will come relentlessly. 

The essence of pain. 
My bronze heart, 
has no prodigious injury.

Satish Verma