satishverma

THE WHEEL

He was very thin, half naked, one arm 
broken, glasses cracked. 
Early morning an owlet will land over its head 
And give a long hoot. 

The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly 
on browsing goats at its feet. I will see a twinkle 
in the eyes. 

A cave man, or Buddha! I loved your brazenness 
cat walking alone on the spiky path of truth, 
drinking goat\'s milk and raising cotyledons 
of guiltless faith. 

Post-traumatic, I squeeze your feet. 
Any reincarnation in future? Any divine intervention?

Satish Verma