SOFTNESS

From hereness to thereness 
a heat flows- 
in the height of fears. A timeless need to map 
out the pain of earth, floating on clouds. 

Lemon grass 
cuts the swan lake. There was a devil in water, 
hiding under the rock. You must learn to walk 
on waves. Death knows the way of gliding. 

The foot under the door, unlocks 
the light. You had undone, what I canned 
whole life. The threads were weak. The 
frost turns off the peaks.

Satish Verma