OF BURNING

From here to you 
a legacy of dust was deepening. 
I was reading a lot 
between the dots. 
You will get another master 
I will get another pain. 

In the maze of tunnels 
a fear of fall snips. 
A window becomes a man 
unbuttoning the skin. 
A body starts scratching 
a secret. 

The earthly sense warns 
of a whiff of a stranger, 
at the door in dark. 
Like a ripe tear 
I will not betray the eye - 
in this grey hour. 


Satish Verma