satishverma

PROMETHEUS? MON FRERE? ?

Why you think of reversing the wheels 
when life has stopped moving? 
The time has fled from your hands 
and settled on the body of death. 
You are not intact and whole inside. 

Where the path betrayed us? 
Broken windows let in the dirt, smut and 
heat. 
The winter will be harsh, barren and cold 
One by one swallows have departed. 

The pain in neck does not go 
an astringent blast overpowers 
you become giddy, stagger for a while 
and then become blind. 

Your tragedy is mine, we suffer 
for the sake of light.

Satish Verma