WATCHING MYSELF

After shaking 
off the fault 
the golden thigh ruptured 

and I moved into 
the aneurism of 
a drop. 

Realization was the key 
to enter the curve 
of a moving circle. 

The time had come 
to take off the jacket 
and penetrate a new 

body of knowledge. 
Budha was me 
And I was the tree near waterice 

Seeds 
were falling 
on a lake.

Satish Verma