ODE TO LONELINESS

that has been, was so raven 
that you were hugging vanity 
for the deportation of death 
as a living; 

fake predicates of a genius 
like words falling as bucketfuls 
of lies, 

back to back coffer dams 
collapsing, submerging 

seers’ sarcophagi, 

and the annual rings were becoming 
deeper, mossed in misery, 
his book of moon blackened, 

goodbye, the dark unsinkable, 
I am going to be reborn 
in the abyss of my own sorrow

Satish Verma