FOOTPRINTS IN DARK

Diplomacy of inconstancy 
unmeets the urgency. Aura 
of brilliance was falling in your feet. 

After the death, it was not a name, 
only a frozen body.We moved backward 
swiftly, to find out the footprints in dark. 

Winter was becoming harsh and 
less meaningful. A weak muscle brokers 
a peace for dewdrops on rose petals. 

I become an earlier story, failed. 
Pick up the moon rocks 
and start throwing them at sun. 



Satish Verma