MAKE - BELIEVE

The skin drifts: 
explores the trash: 
Atlast the path was liberated. 

Each leaf becomes a face 
of a felled tree 
outside the wisdom; 

you make death 
on water. 

Accidental – 
reversal of pathology, 
a hospital expires in bed; 

peace was shattered 
in the womb of an oyster. 
No pearl was found. 

Communicating 
with void, you reach the door of truth, 
requesting to meet the core thought. 

Turned down. You think. 
Therefore I tell a lie 
to bluff the god.

Satish Verma