LOFTY PEAKS

The ashes will come back 
in mauve, 
in furrowed face of hunger. 

I will wait for the clouds 
to welcome 
the blue flames. 

I was the one 
to walk on time 
and squeeze the truth 

for finding the essence of life, 
to know the goodness, 
of the ills of neighbourhood 

via fake creations. 
When a gull walks on the grass 
I call the sun

Satish Verma