satishverma

DIGNITY

There was existence, 
without space. 
I was afraid of my unborn child. 

Inheriting the stammer 
of history 
I could not think of any brand abuse. 

On the contrary, fumes 
throw you off the road. 
Full moon rising on the cleft. 

I was, as I am, never being 
to any threat of drowning 
in contradictions. 

A dignity in withdrawl 
and coming back after sunset  
to walk in night, alone.

Satish Verma