TURBULENCE

A night out with mosquitoes for a sharp 
comment of urgency to end the war after a decapitated 
unnamed flesh of words found six inches short 
I can write only poems This very ordinary life appears 
to be worthless 

without vocabulary unsemantic between us I am 
enslaved alive going beyond the stings in my 
heart I try to find my voice burning inside a never 
gone pain do you hear me I am very lonely in the 
jungle of falls Am I descending 

infarcts are spreading the paresis inability 
to raise the finger fear of manuscript I am 
never was there in cloudless desert the starless 
night moonless sky it is very dark Out 
of emptiness comes an explosion Is it a new creation 



Satish Verma