STRANGE MORROW

On your face the shadow of a transparent wound 
bungles the capricious climate 
of the death of a thought which you could not 
carry very far. 

And that was all when I asked you some questions 
about life. You started opening a beehive 
of kills and subcutaneous pains. 

How do you spell the happiness in beliefs and 
starvation to achieve the resolution or incredible? 
The mistrust between the cause and effect was 
surfacing, though there was plenty 

of solitude between the trees and cuckoo’s 
calls.A crazy spell of silence in prayers 
when we were very upset about our gods.

Satish Verma